Today, I found myself looking at my reflection in the window of my van.
I absolutely hated what I saw.
Why is losing weight, eating right, etc so fucking hard to do?
I know what to do. I know what needs to be done. But do I actually do it? Nope.
I hate myself. I hate my reflection. I hate seeing what I see every time I look down, look in the mirror, look at a picture.
Yet, I do nothing. I start, I stop. I always have my excuses.
It’s not good enough anymore.
Something has to give. I have to stop hating my reflection.