I cried for a while. Then I reminded myself that while I'm my highest weight ever now, I'm not as big as I think I am. Then I reminded myself that I had stria scars even when I was anorexic, because I literally get them from straining myself, and they are not going to go away, just like the piezogenic papulae on my hands and feet are never going to go away. Then I reminded myself that testosterone thickens the skin. So it's even possible that this issue will be alleviated once I get on T.
It's funny how ready I am to blame myself for something I can't really biologically effect without medical intervention. I called a helpline and talked everything out, and the guy on the other side told me pretty much what you did, that it's kind of unproductive for myself to blame myself for hormonal and genetic factors that I have no control over. He also said that I sound like I'm determined and know what I need to be able to live a happy life.
I used the phone call as a distraction to make myself oatmeal, 2 dl of frozen peas, and a protein shake. I know I'll be gagging them down, but I can't go to the gym without eating anything. I get a really strong sense of control from not grocery shopping, though. I wonder if I could make it until benefits day in 3.6. without spending any money? Theoretically, if I only eat unpleasant things, wouldn't that help me to get a sense of control and virtue? I used to do that. It's certainly an option. Once a person is hungry enough, plain macaroni tastes like heaven.