As I do with everything that's wrong with me, I overanalyze it.
I make it more complex than it actually is.
Depression: It's a state of mind.
Low Self-Esteem: It's a character flaw.
Disgusting Figure: Reveals what I am on the inside.

I'm slipping, and I have nothing to keep me from going over the edge.
I'm trying, and I have nothing to show for it.

This past week I ate horribly.
I came home, sat down, and cried.
I had a donut for breakfast one day.
And I ate white bread.
And a cookie.
And so much more shit, I don't even want to think about it anymore.

I also broke down and had a wheat wrap with peanut butter today.
Make that two.
But I managed to purge that up without getting caught.
I feel much better now.

I tried this new thing today, where I look in the mirror and try to find something that I can honestly say I like about myself.
I have a small mole on my cheek that I've never really looked at.
And I actually like the way it looks.

Sad, that the only thing I find attractive about myself is a mole. On my face.
I'd say that's major progress for me.
Atleast I'm making some sort of effort here.