…ble. I stopped taking care of myself and ate my feelings. I know it seems counter-intuitive, and it ultimately is, but I would look at myself in the mirror, feel fat, and then cook myself a pizza to forget about that fact. This process probably repeated itself over a thousand times and I just kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger.
…eat whatever you want! You follow all the rules your mother told you about — no horizontal stripes, only wear black, nothing too tight, no cap sleeves— because “you can always stand to look slimmer.” Sometimes you even buy Woman’s World or Ladies’ Home Journal, with their ridiculous crash diets. They never work, but what if this one does?