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.