Stupid little bitch.

Feelings I once harbored of pity towards my past selves turn to embarrassment and disdain.

I can see myself on an island, far away—I’m puffy, and I’m puffing. I’m huffing and puffing my way up rocky coasts, I can taste the salt in the air, and I can feel my flabby arms chaffing against my bare sides. I’m wearing a swimsuit too small to possibly be marke…