Food For Thought

I am at school while I write this, and it is 10:40. . . 10:41. . . and I was just thinking about food. Kris always says I am afraid of eating in front of people and that I have an eating disorder. . . sad part is, I think she's right. But the awful truth is, I am overweight. Or at least I think I am. No one else does, apparently, but they are wrong. They are all wrong. I am overweight! Why can no one see that?? I am too short to eat 2,000 calories and I am too short to weigh 104! No one understands!! I don't think anyone will ever understand just how it feels to be 4"10 and feel fat all the time! BECAUSE I AM! And it is just so gosh darn difficult to lose the weight! I don't know why it is. My guess is genetics, but God. . . GOD. May the Lord just help me. I feel like I am losing my mind sometimes about this. I am too afraid to look at myself in the mirror. When I am in the shower, I close my eyes. When I put on a tight shirt, you can CLEARLY SEE THE BULGE. It is there. I know it. I can see it. I can feel it. . .