The Number 3.

Yesterday the scale I was weighed on (while fully dressed) was 3 pounds over the zero line (like before I even stepped on the scale), plus the fucking nurse added 3 pounds to my actual weight, because I was 3 pounds within that HUGE NUMBER.

I wanted to die right then and there.
...and slap the shit out of her.

I NEVER WANT TO SEE THAT GOD DAMN NUMBER EVER A-FUCKING-GIN.

Thankfully I spent 50 some-odd dollars on diet pills today.

I'm fat, fat, fat.
FAT. FAT. F A T.