Maybe someday I will be allowed to have a life and leave the house. I hate how I look these days. I'm going to start sleeping in my corset. Maybe all the fat and disfiguration will just choke off and die, like when they put a rubber band on the tail of a Doberman or Rottweiler. I wish I could slash it all off and donate the excess skin to burn victims.
Corsets are great, they lock up all the fat.
Wish I never had to take mine off, then I wouldn't have to look at the shite that this disease is doing to me. I was all nervous, and we talked about nothing, cos we couldn't hear each other. And she peed her pants.