It's 1:30 in the morning and I just got finished crying, yet again, about how much of a failure I am as a human being. Many people will understand this situation. If you've ever struggled with depression, anxiety, body-image issues, etc. then you are all too familiar with the late nights laying in bed, eyes wide open, as tears are slowly drying on your cheeks and you comprehend how you got to this level of self-hatred. It's difficult for me to describe exactly what I'm feeling at these moments and why all I can do is quietly cry as to not wake up everyone else. I thought I was doing so much better. I thought I was happy again. I thought. Tonight I had yet another discussion with my mom about being healthy and exactly what foods I should eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner to achieve my goal of being a 17 year old health goddess with clear skin and a flat stomach. Exercise has always been somewhat important to me as it's been a way to keep my de...