"If you can't take the kid from the fight..."
When she said that she only wanted to feed me, she was right.
Currently scared about my weight; size 7/8 where I was a size 11/12 at the end of August. I know to some people it seems like a silly thing to bitch about and some would love to be 3 sizes smaller, but I did not choose to do this. I think after I kill myself working this next week, I am going to see my doctor. My family and my friends have all been making comments about my weight and maybe they do not see their comments as hurtful in any way, but damn it, they are. I know I look awful and I know that my clothes look ridiculous on me. And typing this makes me teary, but I hate the way I feel physically. I know it's stress. I know I am taking on my mother's stress and my friends' stress on top of my own. I hate this.
Mom: "When I hug you I feel like I'm hugging a skelton. You're so boney. I can see your ribs."