Stupidity is thinking clothes shopping would be a nice sleepy Sunday activity.
Stupidity is putting on shorts and dresses and thinking wow, I actually look ok.
Stupidity is convincing myself that my lumps and bumps (my hit-list parts) look ok in the clothes.
Stupidity is looking down.
Stupidity is seeing my scars on my ankle, made 6 weeks ago.
Stupidity is believing that I could actually ever be pretty.
Fat isn’t permanent, it can be worked on and changed. The scars that decorate my ankles, though, they’re not going anywhere. They will always make me ugly.
Permanent ugliness, caused by my own hand. Now THAT’S stupidity.