A Diary Entry.

I've been feeling really anxious lately, more than normal. 
My appearance is a big part of it, I just wish I could learn to love myself. I just want to be pretty and skinny and delicate. 
I can't even look at myself without feeling sick. I try and help myself but fall back into the same routine of eating my feelings, being sad about it and then back to eating my feelings. The same vicious cycle.
Comfort food is my happy thing, my secret food drawer is my happy place. Looking at other gorgeous girls' instagrams put my self-esteem at rock bottom. I don't know how to control it. I go to bed dreaming of how I would be if I wasn't.. well me.