The bloody med has saved my life, yet I have gained 3 stone in weight. I've gone from a size 6/8 to a 14. I'm fat whatever angle I look at myself. I want to cry. It brings back all my self loathing thoughts. However in the majority I have come from attempting suicide to being able to smile again, all in a year. But today is a miserable day bitch day.
Anyone else feel like this? Do you choose happy and fat or miserable and skinny? Today I just want to cry