May 24
This is the fastest I've ever been, yet I haven't been trying. I'm so tired of holding back, but I know if I have it, I wouldn't have a limit, and that scares me the most. I want to get skinny. I want to help those around me, but the hunger of growing only doubles the more I resist. Will this be the year I finally become responsible and lose it and maybe just become a feeder, or the opposite, just become a growing, greedy blob of fat that I always dreamed of? Either it gets in the way of my dreams or goals, or there's always the growing hunger of being more, too much space left without me taking it up. 🐷 🥵