until I have to wear shorts and short sleeves. Family gathering. I’m a wreck!!! What am I going to do! I can’t seem to leave stop. The countdown to the gathering is so loud in my head. Tick. Tick. Tick.
I see my therapist and I am going to cover them up. It is so shameful to be going to see him when I’m in such shape. I think he would be disappointed in me. I know it.