I hate my face right now. I don't remember ever loving it, but I do remember times when I clearly didn't hate it as acutely as I do right now. Obviously, the fact that I've posted pictures of myself before, attest to the fact that usually I am not so much in loathe with it. But right now, man, could I use a face transplant.
Jose told me to never talk about it with him. I have a bad habit of telling him every 5 minutes on the phone, "I hate myself, I hate my face, I'm so fat," and he finally laid down the law and said, "You cannot ever say this to me again." He was very resolute about it. So I just whisper it real soft while covering the receiver when we're on the phone. That way, I don't have to unlearn anything. I think that's the spirit of what he wanted me to accomplish.
I tried to make gravy today. It didn't work out. I don't want to talk about it. I pride myself on being a good cook, and today was very damaging for my self-esteem.
As if it could get any worse.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 12:02 AM
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