It's not fair. You tell her that she's not fat; she's pretty. It's just the skirt. I WAS SIX and you were pointing out randos on the street talking about some, "Stop eating so much or you're going to look like her when you grow up." YOU made me overeat. YOU never let me be full even though I truly was. YOU made me eat their leftovers until I felt sick. Why is she so different? Why am I the experiment child? Why can't you treat us the same?
Why is she allowed to be mentally ill, but I'm just selfish when Im suicidal? I DESERVE TO BE HAPPY
