Sometimes I'll remember something from a past event, and it just hurts. Like this one time with an ex-boyfriend. He sat next to me, picking my body apart. Telling me arms are disgusting and I should be embarrassed by the size of my belly. He would stuff his face with cheeseburgers and ice cream and yell at me if I dared to touch a potato chip. He'd make me feel small and worthless. He would tell me that I should lose weight, but not too fast because if I have...
