Food Can't Be in a Action

As the weeks and months rolled on, failing over and over again with every earnest attempt to stop eating indictively, i just became more and more hopeless. One hot sydney summer day, coming up on american thanksgiving, i was wearing my one mumu dress, it's all that fit. I'd not showered in a while, and i really stank. My thighs were chafing together and they hurt. Walking was laborious and painful. On that walk, i summoned up everything i had inside me, and i had a talk with myself in the sternest, most present, most soul rattling tone that i could muster. And you must remember this moment