I hate how much pressure I/girls feel in having a perfect body. I was in a tumultuous relationship for 2 years where the gentleman would tell me I was fat. Every. Single. Day. Since then, I have been a mental mind-fuck, consistently checking labels, weighing myself, refusing to buy clothes in anything bigger than the size I weighed most at. I got pregnant last year, gave up on labels and weight and calories for the good of my child. I ate and ate for 2 months straight (wait a sec, I did NOT have a free for all, I ate in pregnancy moderation and healthy things) and then found out the child I loved, the child I looked forward to, was no longer prospering in my womb. Again comes sadness and depression and lack of motivation to do anything exercisey. Fast forward to present. I am always feeling extreme distaste in my body. Clothes don’t fit right. Who is going to want to be with a divorced lady who is overweight/has body issues. I watch what I eat. I do NOT eat mcdonalds/wendys/bk/etc (its been a while) and I drink water like nothin’ else. But I will never get back to that size 3 that I once was. Every day I waste hours thinking about how I look and how unsatisfied I am and have been. I wish it was not this way. I wish I did not feel anxious about how I look/fit in clothes. Its a sad, sick world we live in.