I did not lose myself all at once. I rubbed out my face over the years washing away my pain, the same way carvings on stone are worn down by water.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I lose things all the time. I once left my mother's ashes at a bus stop!
I can't remember a time where I really battled with my body, but I can remember being asked to lose weight and battling with the advice. It hurt me. Especially as my baby fat naturally melted away as I got older.
I have shed many tears of pain and indignation.
If you lose, it hurts, but as long as you have fought hard, you can still feel good about yourself.
Do not measure your loss by itself; if you do, it will seem intolerable; but if you will take all human affairs into account you will find that some comfort is to be derived from them.
I was very lost as a teenager. Which is a horrible way to feel.
Ten years ago, I still feared loss enough to abandon myself in order to keep things stable. I'd smile when I was sad, pretend to like people who appalled me. What I now know is that losses aren't cataclysmic if they teach the heart and soul their natural cycle of breaking and healing.
I hate to lose. It's a bad feeling, but, I mean, it kind of gets you resettled, gets you back right.
I kinda went through a semi-depression. Honestly. Like, I lost myself.
If you believe you can shed pounds quickly by force of will and deprivation, you will in all likelihood not only regain the ones you lost, but add a few more besides.