Monday, March 24, 2008

To a mom

I don't think I'll ever be thin enough that we don't fight about food. I want that day to come, but I have no faith it will. My addiction to food won't ever disappear. You're right; it's destroying our relationship and killing me. I always knew it would be like this.

I see no happy ending for this situation. Eventually you'll break down and stop caring or I'll break down and try to commit to being better. It won't get better.

I'm sorry.

- a daughter
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