The truth is...

I know that I don't have control.

But I honestly don't care.

I'm releived that for the next 16 days

no one will be here to force me to eat

or to monitor my activities afterward.

I know the risks and symptoms.

You don't have to tell me about them.

The honest truth is I just don't care.

Low blood pressure, thinning hair,

and random dizzy spells are nothing

compared to being the fat girl.

I'm willing to risk it.

And I know you only worry because

you love me.

And I am so grateful for that.

But I can't continue to live

with my body the way it is.

I don't expect you to understand.

But please,

Please don't try to stop me.