Rubenesque.
My name is Kat. I'm a hairdresser, 11/13/1990 (19), 5'7", my dad committed suicide when I was seventeen, I have thirty piercings and many tattoos, and my mom tells me I'm ugly because of them. I don't have a goal weight, because I just keep failing. HW: 172 LW: Below 120, before scale was taken away. I would think in the 10#'s.
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Alysia’s been living with me again since we went to Missouri together… but she got a job so I’ve been saying I ate when she’s gone and exercising then as well.. I was 142 three weeks ago… last week at the doctor’s I was 136. I went there because I got a sinus infection, and I just can’t eat when I can’t taste, so I lost another seven pounds from last wednesday to today…
But then Alysia’s friend (who really wants to date her but she’s not interested, so he takes us both out whether I want to go along or not) and they pretty much forcefed me chili’s today. I actually threw up some at the restaurant from pure nausea (I’m 1 in 25 who got that side effect from my medicine), but I feel huge from eating. Alysia is taller and bigger than me, and David is too, and they both expect me to eat as much as them, when normal eating is hard to deal with.
Anyway, I feel depressed, and no one cares because I have hardly any followers anyway. Can’t update with Alysia around, so what’s the point?
Alysia is at her mom’s tomorrow, so I’ll fast until she comes home.
