You don’t understand the hate someone has to have for themselves to cry just being what they are, being stuck in the body they’re in. The hatred, the pure hatred someone feels so intensely that they will throw up everything they eat or deny themselves something required to live. It’s like someone hating them self so much they refuse to breathe. You don’t understand that. That I would rather die than gain another pound, and the thought brings me to a panic. You don’t how that feels. It’s not something you wish on anyone, or something to get attention. You don’t get it. And I don’t think you ever will.