So one day I came upon a frail teenage girl who was dangerously thin.
So after talking to her, I learned she saw herself as fat and felt disgustingly obese.
Now, some of the ignorant knuckle dragger, mouth breathing conservatives might say she had textbook mental disorder anorexia nervosa.
Ahh. But I knew better. I knew this girl was just crying out for someone to validate her feelings.
So I did. I said, don’t ever let anyone tell you you are not fat. Only you get to decide who you are. And who you are is how you feel!
I am so grateful she died knowing someone understood her! I’m such a good person!