Any time I'm remotely anxious or scared of something, it goes right to my stomach and proceeds to project out of either end. UNCOOL MANGLED DIGESTIVE SYSTEM. UNCOOL.
My xojane article is going to go live soon (not quite sure when - either late tonight or early tomorrow?), and it contains a picture of me 2 days after my gastric bypass surgery, at 350 pounds. No one has ever seen this picture except for my parents, my brother, and the Captain.
I am terrified. I included it because it's important to the story and the message, but I am fucking terrified of what I'm going to have to wade into comments wise, once it goes live.
Someone, please send me ducks and cute things.