No, I am not ready to go out. No, I won't be anytime soon either, because ALL my damn clothes don't fit anymore. And guess whose fault that is? Only and exclusively yours. I try to eat a healthy diet, but you constantly tempt me with delicious food, dinners out, restaurants, and this is the result. I've never been so fat, even my underwear fits so tight that it creates grooves on my hips. I hate this body, I hate looking this unkempt... I'm so angry, stop looking at me with that ravenous look! And the worst thing is that when I'm angry and nervous, I'm even hungrier... There is no way out of this situation you put me in! Oh, they ring at the door, it must be the pizza I ordered...