My mind is all over the place. It jumps from worrying about trying to get to sleep, to my job, to my depression, to wishing I looked good enough to wear a high waisted bikini. I do want that though. I also want to be confident in the way I look now. Trying to convince myself to take pictures that could be as cool as some of the amazingly lovely larger ladies of the modeling world. Haven’t worked up the nerve. I want a new tattoo…and a pet bunny. Maybe that’ll fix everything.