BWAH.
I want to curl up and...cry. Not die, nope, not that extreme.

Reasons:
1) Low self-esteem at the moment (it's one of those phases...happens every few weeks)
--> I can't tell whether the mirror is lying, my mind is twisting how I look (well I guess that's the same as "the mirror is lying", or the camera really does add ten pounds.

2) I STILL HAVE TO FINISH SCHOLASTICS STUFF. OH, MAH, GAH. I'm about to shoot myself.

3) No matter how many feminist, feel-good, personality > looks, don't-listen-to-what-society-tells-you-about-beauty, stop-worrying-about-your-appearance books I read, and even if I do ever stop caring, it's not going to change society's STUPID, STUPID, STUPID standards that to be considered pretty, you MUST BE FREAKING STICK SKINNY, DAINTY, HAVE A SWEET LITTLE FACE, SLENDER FINGERS, TAN, BE BLONDE, HAVE EITHER GORGEOUS CURLS OR SLEEK STRAIGHT HAIR, SUCCUMB TO BOYS' FEELINGS THAT THEY ARE SUPERIOR, NOT HAVE YOUR OWN FREAKING OPINION, SMILE EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF THE DAY, AND SO ON.

UGH.

Sometimes I just wish I were back in the 19th century, where the fatter you were, the more appreciated you were.