My life as of late has been...hectic. Between class assignments, family troubles, and health issues, I've kinda been left for dead, as far as I can see. The assumptions about my health and such are piling up like dirty laundry, and I'm seriously tired of people imforming me of everything I know already. If I have to say that I'm not anorexic one more time, I'll scream. Small-boned with a very fast metabolism, thanks! I don't think I know how much longer I can handle comments like this, particularly the ones about my pencil-thin wrists(It's a family trait, THANKS!), the guilt-inducing stares from my parents every time I leave a single morsel on my plate, and the horridly-not-so-subtle comments about my eating habits. It builds up, and it's starting to drive me insane. I am inches away from marching into a cosmetic surgery place and telling them to pump me with lard until I'm three hundred ******** pounds. Maybe then people will leave me alone. I just can't take it anymore. And it's getting extremely hard to just keep everything inside and prevent myself from exploding on the nearest person to me, which I most likely will regret afterwards. God damn, if I get a tumor or an ulcer over this...
Really the only thing keeping me afloat right now are my friends...and I mean my real life friends. Honestly, I'd be in an irrepairable slump if not for them...
hay janae Community Member 
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