Villa Wellness, here I come.

After months of deluding myself and living in self-denial, I finally gathered up the courage to weigh myself and BLOODY HELL, I'M AT THE PEAK OF MY FAT PINNACLE.

-bawls in horror.

I'm at the heaviest I have ever been in my whole life and... and.. I can't fit into any of my bras anymore... which means I've upgraded a whole bra cup size! Wow, as if it wasn't bad enough that I'm fat already. I'm now a frigging D, can. I want to cry. I feel like a fricking hantu tetek or something (mythical malay ghost who has huge tits which she can actually unroll and hide little children in when they play outdoors at night)

I want to go for a breast reduction, I want to bind my breasts, I want to... oh, I don't know, isolate myself in my house like a hermit till I lose weight and go back to a C.

Oh wait, I just thought of something. I could find myself big-breasted girlfriends to hang out with so I'll look smaller! HA, I R TEH GENIUS! ALL HAIL ME!

I must, I must, decrease my bust.