It must be a miracle that I’m not anorexic or something. I already know that I’m not the strongest person inside, but could you imagine if I was that weak, if I had tremendously low self-esteem and self-confidence. That would just be..a disaster?

I blame it on culture because I don’t know, don’t want to, accept the fact that people are oblivious to the fact of what is appropriate and what is not. I blame it on myself because I don’t have the ability to express myself on the outside. I can get all fumed up inside, but I can’t do it on the outside. I am unable to show people how I really feel. I know that’s not good, for me, or for others. But that’s the way it is. So perhaps, I’m causing my own problem or rather, not helping it.

Even so, does that give people the right to blatantly make negative comments about how you look or what you need to change about your body?

Consider it luck or whatever you want to call it that I’m not..ill. That I’m not jumping to solutions of starving myself or puking my brains out or exercising until I pass out.

Or maybe..I should.