I've thought about this, and I feel that if my mother can't accept me the size that I am, than maybe I should become anorexic. I can live on fruits, salads, soup and cereal at my flat, I can eat meat once or twice a week, at my clubhouse, and I can eat the way I currently do at my parent's house on Saturday. I will enjoy it, too. I want to see how long it will take for my mum to catch on, as well. I will go from 210 lbs to 110 lbs in no time. I might even change my image to something more wholesome, like that of a Flower Child. They were very skinny.
Goodbye my big, jolly friend. The jolly, gritty Punker with the Cockney accent. Youi will become something that will be more accepted in both society and your imediate family.

Sniff-sniff...Whaaaah...sniff sniff.

There's a lot more to anorexia then weight loss. Please read this article if you think about "becoming anorexic" again, it's very long but still..
where do you think it should go, women's discussion or elsewhere?