Does anyone else who isn't close to their goal weight feel as though they're an abomination? I wake up wishing I was had never existed because I'm reminded by how imperfect I am and the world around me only makes it worse. My body feels like a cramped prison cell with no way out and now I don't want to leave home but I have to work eventually to make a living. It feels like everytime I turn over in my bed at night I can feel the fat busting away at the seams. I don't want to die in this current body and be an eye sore but it sure is hard living this way for now. I hope that I can reach my goal weight in a realistic matter of time without trouble because right now I am starting to regret not taking the initiative to leave this place forever last year but I know I'm far too scared to ever commit to something so permanent.