"Eat something, you've barely touched your plate."
I can still hear those words from my mother echoing in my mind. I heard them my entire life. Sitting at the table, not hungry or not eating for one reason or another. I'm too fat. At 100 lbs. soaking wet. It was another comment Dad made ... I'm too angry at HIM to eat... he makes me sick. ... it's been that way for as long as I can remember.
Usually when I blog, I can barely keep my eyes open.
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