I was told today that I have to stop losing weight because I am "disappearing." Which is nice, except that it makes me feel a little crazy to want to lose 10 more pounds. It's the belly, people! If the belly would just go away already. But let's be honest. My looks are making me unhappy with myself--there is no one reason why my self-esteem is so low. Just like I learned how to dislike myself, I will have to learn how to like myself. Hard? Hell yes. All the good qualities I have--that people tell me I have--don't feel like enough to make myself a person of worth, don't feel like the right qualities to possess. If I am X, Y, and Z, then I should be J, K, and M. Not L, though. L IS USELESS.