Depression has been eating away at my body. I weigh 30 kg more than before this mental illness. My hunger has been get bigger and bigger and the medication has had the rest.
Now I feel fat, I seem such an utterly different persone as much inside as physically. This makes me more insecure, more unfit, more clumsy, less clever, less enthusiastic, less…….. so much less that I am not me anymore.
I am just a fatty woman badly dressed who walks like a lame person, in a slow manner accompanying by a dog and avoids coming up with any conversation remaining isolate.
This is me.
That was not me

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