Off and on I've been fighting this stupid eating disorder... but it's like, shit... I don't have a job, I don't have a legal vehicle, no ID, no friends here in Spokanistan, no family. I just eat because I'm bored, lonely, and now holy shit I'm fat! I weighed myself today at 185. I almost cried... so I reached for the milk, since I have no laxatives. Yeah, yeah... I know, but I'm lactose intolerant, so believe me, the effects outweigh the fat and calorie content. Then what? My shoes are too beat up to go anywhere in the snow? I can't get my fat ass to a gym, because that shit costs money, and I don't have a job.
So I'm stuck... being fat. No weights to lift. Nowhere dry to walk. Now I'm starting to hate food.
One of these days, bulimia, I will kill you. I will throw out the scale, and I will love my body, for all its cellulite and rolls... but until then, we're going to be close.
So I'm stuck... being fat. No weights to lift. Nowhere dry to walk. Now I'm starting to hate food.
One of these days, bulimia, I will kill you. I will throw out the scale, and I will love my body, for all its cellulite and rolls... but until then, we're going to be close.