So today, I was on the way home from Lismore NSW (Long story about how my brother OD’ed and we thought he was dead, but he survived after 72 hours unconscious etc etc) and my mom, brother and I stopped at McDonalds.
I ordered a seared chicken salad whilst they preceded to order crispy chicken caesar wraps… eughh! So I was complaining to my brother because he doesn’t look after his body, and if he ate even remotely as well as me then he would just drop all of his weight, yet I can’t seem to drop more than like 0.09 of a pound…
And mom says: Darling, but at least you don’t have to deal with a mental illness.
Now this really pisses me off because she knows that I have bulimia and have suffered from depression. What the fuck?! Is an eating disorder not a severe mental illness? Just because i’m not strikingly thin, doesn’t mean I don’t have a demon in my head 24/7 telling me how worthless and ugly and fat I am.
And she told me the other night that it’s probably just a phase that i’ll get over when its not in fashion anymore… YEAH MOM! JUST A FIVE YEAR FUCKING LONG PHASE!
Okay…. rant over haha!
