The Cookies Smile Back

Hello, my lovelies!
Or, umm, anyone that's reading this blog. It's still cold here in the office even though it's already 5pm and the sun is out. My hands are icicles.
Anyway, I panicked a bit a few minutes ago. As a result, I've eaten 6 cookies the teacher gave me. I haven't eaten all day (until the cookies) and they were just... there, you know? But I feel a bit guilty anyhow. The panic attack was very mild and was brought on by the teacher ravenously searching for a missing document. Since I help out here (service), I felt a bit choked by all the pressure of finding the lost page.
Damn.
I had been so good today.
Have I mentioned that carbs are my weakness? Cookies, pastries, cakes, spaghetti, bread... they are my diet downfall. Sigh.
Ariana came into the office yesterday afternoon. Who is she? Well, she's just a person I know back from middle school, we had friends in common. May I describe her? Or can you guess how she looks?
She's fat. Although, her face and hair are very pretty, her body just screws it up.
Anyhow, she was just sitting there, across from me as I sat on the teacher's chair, waiting for Mr. R. I was doing my job, you know, just chilling.
"You know you look like Michelle Phan."
I turned and looked at her.
"You know who Michelle Phan is, right?"
I nodded. I was feeling lied to, but oh well.
"Yeah, she's that beauty guru who has her-" Interrupted. Who has her own company now, was what I was going to say.
"Really hot boyfriend? I know! He's so hot!"
I laughed. "Yeah."
Well, anyway. I turned to the computer screen and proceeded to finish my work, although my fingers were a bit jumbly on the keyboard because Ariana was looking at me.
"Is your nose crooked?" she asked, in disbelief.
Oh, god, no. Damn. She saw.
"Yeah." I said, sort of sad.
And I kid you not- she started laughing.
My heart just fell. Down below the earth and to the core to burn. What the hell was she laughing at, anyway? My disgrace is not funny, at least I don't think so.
"How did you break your nose?"
I kept looking at the computer screen, "My brother."
She laughed some more. "Your brother? What did he do?"
I did not need to relive the moment of that event. Really, what kind of person laughs at someone else? I could laugh at her, at her fatness, but did I? No. Why? I don't know. She deserves it.
"He punched me."
More laughter.
"In the nose? Woah."
And I held back the tears that were (thankfully) hidden behind my bangs.
She left after that, but the feeling she left behind stayed. I felt ugly, worthless and unperfect. Like always. Like the mirror says all the time.
I feel depressed after writing this. I just want some tea. Or coffee.