There is...not

There is no such thing as feeling beautiful when you are as fat as I am. There is no such thing as vanity when you can't look at yourself in the mirror. There is no salvation for you if you are not doing anything with your problem. There is no help for you when you eat biscuits at eight at night. There are no short dresses and skirts, no tight jeans and tops, no shirts and swimming suits when your legs and belly are not skinny. There is nothing when you are not what you want. There is no attention, only boredom from being alone with no one to stop you from consuming tones of food. You can't let yourself to wait for help from others. Unfortunately this is exactly what I am doing. I am hopeless. I am fat. I hate it. Do you know how it feels to live your worst nightmare?