Growing up I was 1 of 2 girls on my dad's side- I was the first girl born in over 60 years! My dad and his 3 brothers were my everything. I wanted to do everything they did, be as strong and adventurous as them. That's why I took pride in my strength and character. My uncles treated me like a princess. My aunt even told me once when I was 13 that I was the center of this family. But then my uncles started having families of their own and it was like I was just pushed aside. I understand that I wasn't being cast aside as some leper, now, but at the time, my mom was divorcing husband number 2 so I was losing him and his family and, to top it off, my uncles were moving on with their lives.Insecurity+being perturbed+mental anguish+loss of control=bulimia+worthlessness. Fabulous.
Today I ate Chicken Potstickers because I stepped on the scale and was disappointed. But don't worry, I purged those up about 5 minutes afterwards. I feel as though I'm not done purging today. We'll see. This day seems rather blah...
The contents of this post seem very random and pointless. Don't quite know where I was going with these arbitrary thoughts. I'll quit blathering.
A much more focused and attention worthy post is due tomorrow. Again, sorry.


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