Loquacity, N. A Disorder Which Renders The Sufferer Unable To Curb His Tongue When You Wish To Talk.
Diaphragm, N. A Muscular Partition Separating Disorders Of The Chest From Disorders Of The Bowels.
I'm Shy, But I'm Not Clinically Shy. I Don't Have Social Anxiety Disorder Or Anything Like That. I More Have A Gentle Shyness. Like, I Have A Little Trouble Mingling At Parties.
I'd Like To Have Finally Answered The Anorexic Question So Profoundly And Definitively, That Would Be The End Of It. The Only Reason I Ever Brought It Up In The First Place Is Because When I Was Young, I Read A Lot Of Misinformation About Eating Disorders. But Because I Picked The Wrong Magazine To Tell My Story To, I Wished I'd Never Said Anything. It Was Totally Sensationalized And That's Been A Real Drag. I Felt Terribly Violated.
I Have A Fierce Eating Disorder That Has Survived Even Bariatric Surgery. I Got Even Fatter After That! Hey, Maybe Fat People Are Just Trying To Get Closer To Others, Did Anybody Ever That Of That?!
It's Like, At The End, There's This Surprise Quiz: Am I Proud Of Me? I Gave My Life To Become The Person I Am Right Now. Was It Worth What I Paid?
The Stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking Didn't Make Her Skinny, It Made Her Cry.
He Doesn't See My Breasts Or My Waist Or My Hips. He Only Sees The Nightmare.
