Yesterday it was all about my guilt trip. I felt fat, I ate some of my dad’s awesome pasta and I barely could fit on a pair of jeans size 0. I was on the verge of tears. I don’t want to get fat! Not again! Not after I had a taste of what was like to be thin. I know it’s wrong to think like that but I can’t help it. I even wished that I had diabetes type 2 so I could stay skinny. I mean, what the hell is wrong with me?