I can’t help that I enjoy eating. I’m overweight because all the pills I take stop working after so long. I don’t have time for exercise and my judo class hasn’t helped me be skinny.
I want to become anorexic. Maybe bulimic. My mom wishes I was. She wishes I starved or vomited all I ate.
If only she knew how much I hate myself. My body. My face. My feet. Everything about me.