How can I go to the party?
I'm not pretty enough.
Certainly not thin enough.
I haven't got the right clothes.
My trendy pants have gotten to tight to wear.
I'll have to hide under a loose sweater.
Maybe if I spiff myself up with jewelry.
But what will I talk about?
I'm so boring.
I know Sarah will be wearing skinny size 4 jeans.
I wouldn't be caught dead in jeans right now.
I'm embarrassed about myself.
I guess I'll stay home.
God, why do I need to go through this every time?
I'm sick of it.
If only I could lose the damn weight.
If only I could look like I used to look.
Then I'd feel confident.
Then I'd feel OK about myself.
It's just the stupid weight.
That's all.

