We had just gotten back from the mountains, and I was flipping through some of the photos we had taken. As I looked at myself staring back from the images, I felt so much anger and resentment. I couldn’t stand who I was looking at and my mind began to pick apart everything about this woman in the photos. She was fat. She was unattractive. She wasn’t good enough. Nothing works out for her. She didn’t deserve love. It doesn’t get better. She was worthless. This rumination very easily bled over into an arguement with my ex. How could he possibly love the person that I was tearing down every single day? There was no way. The…