Today was a good day...a 'good' day. I weighed myself for the first time in awhile, because of my fear of what the scale would say. But today the scale didnt dissapoint me , i wiegh 103!! im 5'5 and 103...its no where near perfect or even what i want to be, but im so happy that im making progress.This just shows that if i keep trying i can and will get to be in the 80s. ive been wearing bigger clothes so my mom couldnt see my the actual outline of my body...yet she still notices my wieght loss. My mother encouraged me, she said it couldnt hurt for both of us to lose weight. This is how i revise my previous events.... i lay on my bed thinking by myself cause thats the only time i dont have to hide or fake. Thats the worst part,pretending to be okay and no one noticing what a lair ive turned into. What i hate the most though, is plastering that fake smile to make sure no one notices what a lair i am. People will say i need to smile more, or i look glum so i pull out a smile, but what they dont know is while my smile grows im crumbling on the inside. So are things really ever getting better? You tell me.
