No one knows how hard I work feeling like I am getting nowhere. I know I am,but it is so slow. I always try to stay positive,but get so disappointed every single time I pass a mirror or see a pic. ughh.. Sometimes In a messed up way,I think I should have stayed anorexic. Sick,I know,but if I wasn't working so hard,I wouldn't have a reason to complain. I get compliments daily,but in my heart of hearts it doesn't matter. At the end of the day,through my eyes,I am still disgusting.