Why?

Why do I want to be so skinny that my ribs show in my chest?

Why do I want to be so skinny that my thighs don't touch?

Why do I think I looked my best when I was barely eating?

Why does hindsight exist?

Why can't I have the will power my in-laws do?

Why isn't it ok for me to look like this right now?

Why is satisfaction contingent on so many things and so impossible to attain?

Do any of you feel frustrated with the way you look and even more frustrated that you are frustrated about the way you look?

I just hate feeling like this.