Last year I was 280 and happy. I was constantly told by a person I was too fat to be loved   Now I am 148, am told I am too thin to be loved. I am very unhappy, I cry all the time, I am very alone.

A group of a few men I used admire turned out to be unkind. One I loved. Him just verbally mean.  My house is my safe place.  My invisible zone. Like no one knows where I am.

Sometimes I wish it were yesterday.