I have trouble sympathizing and empathizing and condoling those who open up their dark secrets when it comes alight that their secret is of the weighted, edible variety.
You say you struggled with weight you couldn't keep it on barely swallow a bite you got so sick and it was so bad --- I must refrain, as you speak, from bowing down, from praising you, from questioning how you achieved such beautiful strength to become so skinny.
Your nightmare is my fantasy your dark memory is my desired future Your shame is my pride Your wicked sorrow of the events is glory in my eyes.
But I won't say that no I can't. can't tell you how I envy something that hurt you so, but you can be sure I'll be thinking it feeling it breathing it forever.
Wish I had the strength to keep off the weight, wish I had your determination. You feel so ashamed well darling don't, what you did, it was beautiful, and you, are beautiful