However, I made a vow to myself at the tender age of 13 to kill myself if I ever got fat. Kill myself or starve. And you know, I intend to keep that vow. I can love other people if they’re fat. But I sure as hell won’t let myself love myself should that ever, god forbid, happen to me.
What the fuck. That, lady, is what is called suicidal thoughts, which is a serious problem and something you sure as hell need to get checked out. That is not an opinion, that is a sign that you clearly aren’t happy. Please, please see a therapist, we do not need to lose more lives.