The friend I confessed to the other day was like a test run for what might happen when I told my best friend. I figured it would be really cathartic, so I came clean to her while we were out shopping today. Instead, it ended up that she dumped her own ED confession right back on me so I didn't get to say really any of the things I was dying to say. And then I came home, felt like a sorry failure and binged. Despite the fact that tonight, for the first time in my adult life, I bought a shirt in a size small and it fit.

Then the guy I like added me on fb and I went through his pics and got to see him macking on a lot of skanky, skinny girls. Because as usual, the boys I fall for are straight. I'm a rather androgynous looking guy with a high voice who dresses like a fashionista, apparently this just screams out GIRL rather than GAY, so everything's great until they find out I'm a man. Which it says right on my profile.

I know the shirt is most likely still gonna fit in the morning, but I probably won't be able to wear it tomorrow because in the mirror I will think I look fat in it.