January 2012
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Every end has its beginning...
Lately, I find myself with a constant inner struggle.
Today, I have reached my lowest point. The breaking point. The point where I have lost all self-esteem.
I hate my body and the monster that it has become. I haven’t always felt this way, but when I look in the mirror now, I hate what I see.
A round protruding stomach. Masculine shoulders. Rolls of fat where my arms meet my body. An...