Monday: Like, I’m not that fat. I don’t know why I’ve been obsessing over food.
Tuesday: I’m huge, what the fuck. Why can’t I be skinny.
Wednesday: Hey, when I suck in I look kinda skinny. I’ll just suck in for pictures. Problem solved.
Thursday: I am a whale. Call me fucking Shamu. Here all week, front row might get wet!
Friday: Oooo I look good in this loose top! Time to get my drink on!
Saturday: So hungover. So fat. Drunk me needs to say fucking no to cheeseburgers&fries.
Sunday: It’s a new week tomorrow! I’ll do better… Starting tomorrow. Until then, I deserve my last taste of ice cream.
