You're an asshole. You make me stand in front of the mirror as you tell me how fat and ugly I am. You guilt me into starving and then push me to eat and eat until I'm so full I'm doubled over in pain. You chain me to a treadmill for hours until you think I've done enough, but we both know it's never enough. It's never been enough. You've had me fat, you've had me thin and everywhere in between and still you torment me. You've starved me to skin and bones just to fatten me up like a pig for slaughter. Some days I wish you would just go away and die, but you're just killing me slowly instead. Fuck You, Ed. We both know I'll never be good enough for you. —Chasing Cookies with Celery Sticks