As I was getting dressed yesterday, some silly entertainment gossip show was blathering on as background noise while I searched through my closet. I couldn't help but hear as the host started talking about Insert-Random-Starlet's "amazing" body. Of course, what they meant when they talked about her amazing body is how skinny she is. This caused me to stand before my mirror, clad only in underwear, and agonize over how I am not what is currently considered skinny and thus apparently I don't have an amazing body. I immediately felt revulsion with myself. I was upset about not having the good genes that make me naturally thin and athletic. I felt guilty for eating a donut earlier in the day, and wished I could vomit out all of the nasty fat I had so stupidly ingested. I felt guilty for not using my treadmill, the one I spent an entire paycheck to purchase, more than 3 times per week. Then I got angry, but this time it wasn't directed at myself. This is going to be a long one. Buckle up, here we go.
