My husband called me fat again.
All I ate was a slice of bread until dinner, then I had a tiny plate.
I wish he’d realize I’m trying. SO hard.
My husband showed me pictures of his ideal weight for a girl.
What he thinks a woman should be and what he’s most attracted to.
I’m NOWHERE near that.
He says “You know you’ve gained weight.” and I thought my heart would fall out of my chest. I ate a slice of bread today, waiting for dinner-where I am determined not to stuff my face full.
I feel so low, so fat.
I have to be perfect.