[appleberry]

I know it's somewhat ridiculous. But it's getting worse every day. I grew up with a mom who was weight-obsessed, yet she grew up with a heavy italian family so she ate a lot. My parents owned a resturant, they know how to cook, I know how to cook. So this is all I do. I eat even though I hate myself for doing it. When I get bored, upset, or pissed off I eat.

I hate my body. I feel like a failure because I know that I'm fat. And my boyfriend is such a sweetheart and he tells me he loves the way that I look. But I know he's lying. No one could love this.
I talked to him about this last night, and he said he thinks I have an eating disorder...