Daily Archives: August 11, 2014

I am so not excited


So, I did it. I finally worked up the courage to make a dentist appointment.

I have not seen a dentist since switching to bulimia many many years ago. I try to take good care of my teeth, but I know I have cavities. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if every tooth has one. I’m worried, I’m not going to lie.

I’m not worried about getting work done. And, generally, dentists don’t scare me. However, I’m afraid I’m going to go in and they’re going to be like, “Well, it looks like we’ll have to take out all your teeth.”

My appointment is Wednesday afternoon. I’m glad it’s soon so I don’t have it to “look forward to” for very long.

The very fat girl



This is how I feel every time someone sees or touches me. How can they stand to look at me? How can they touch me and not feel utter revulsion? It’s how I felt every time my ex wanted to be intimate, he the thin boy and me the very fat girl.