Damn.

So close to twenty-four hours without food.

It would have been the first time in two years.

I know that eating is the right thing to do, but it's hard.

My mom's side of the family is filled with short, fat women, and everyone keeps jokingly remarking that I'm becoming one of them. It's all in good fun, but it really hurts. Even at the height of my eating disorder, fifteen pounds under weight, I wanted to lose more. No I'm ten pound OVERweight, and every day is a struggle to be okay with that.

And I just wish that my family would realize that there is a time for jokes, and that some are just not appropriate.