I’m angsty and I’m a procrastinator. No matter how hard I try to find something positive about myself, I always wound back up to the starting point. Lost, confused and wondering why I was even born.

I’m not confident about my looks. The way my eyelids droop over my eyes, the way my glasses fall to the tip of my nose, the way my chin seems to give into a layer of fat. And that’s just my face. My expanding stomach – I still remember just a few years ago when I was 16kg lighter. Back then I thought that was considered overweight, but look at me now. Filthy. 

But you’re not here to read about the life story of a fat person are you? Of course you aren’t, if I read the opening sentence of a story with the main protagonist being overweight, I’d stop immediately, so I wouldn’t blame you if you stopped now.