Fat and Frustrated

I'm a liar.

I tell myself that I am going to start a healthier diet but I binge when I get home--late at night so no one can see me wreck myself.

I smile at people but in truth, I am gritting my teeth and shooting them dead in my thoughts.

I justify why this job is "worth it," but I am just afraid of what people will say if I suddenly quit.

I act like I'm naive, but I see through every bit of Tupperware-ness these people put on display.

I am deemed sweet and thoughtful, but if only they know how much of a bitch I can be, they would think thrice before crossing me.

I am a liar.

And a DAMN GOOD ONE at that.