Big AL is the worst kind of disordered person.
It's 4:45 PM. You look up at the clock every 30 seconds. Work sucks, but you've got an ace in the hole. Advance tickets to Infinity War? Check. Vouchers for free snacks and drinks at the theater? Check. The fancy movie theater across town with the recliner seats? Check. Phone buzzes, you look down. "You know I hate superhero movies

((((, I'm gonna see Any Schumer instead.". Clock out, but suddenly, you're not as excited anymore.
"So you stay under 20 carbs, bump up your fats and proteins, and just eat until you're not hungry! It's awesome because it's more about elimination of stuff like refined carbs and processed sugars, I'm excited to try. A lot of my friends have seen great success with it!" . Carrying around that extra 40 pounds is fucking annoying. Dieting is hard, but you're confident that this time, you've got it in the bag. She smirks at you. "Babe, you know how unhealthy cutting out carbs is. You really shouldn't do that, it won't work anyway. But good for you, I guess."
8:30 am. You start at the pill bottle. 2 Wellbutrin daily, for the next 3 months, then you'll reevaluate with your therapyth. You're scared but at least you're trying. "I just don't know, it's scary. But I know I need to do something. I don't want to be depressed like this anymore all the time. I've had friends kill themselves, I want to honor them and keep living". You confide in her softly. "You know Lexapro is wayyyy better right? That Wellbutrin will just make you even more of a bitch." . She kisses you quickly and laughs it off.
"I've got some pamphlets here. They're all about eating disorders. I also looked up some great low cost therapy options in our area. These people specialize in ED's and one even says on their bio from their site that they love working with people from the Foster care system. Please, I'm really worried about you. I'll love and support you every step of the way." You choke back tears, but it had to be said. 500lbs and counting, your partner is going to die sooner than later if she doesn't get some real help. She screams. "You have no idea what it's like to be be! You have no idea what I go through every single day! Take more of your pills you bitch!". You're done.
Your phone buzzes a hope through your pocket, you block the number. Video after video about how abusive you are . You laugh them off. Tweet after tweet about how dumb you are. The mirror doesn't lie though. Not only have you lost 40 pounds, you can put an additional 500 on top of that.
Amber is the worst kind of sick person. She lacks the emotional intelligence to examine herself in a way that will allow her take the first step to getting better. She's a perfect storm of trauma, insecurity, and addiction. We all have those"depressed" people in our lives that never shut the fuck up about it, then go on to talk about how people won't be around then because of their illness. Nah fam, it's cause you're insufferable and a cunt. "Why is everyone getting upset with meeeee?"
At this point, the refusal to understand why is anything but accidental. 500 lbs and you're still acting above help. 500 lbs and you're still acting like you've accomplished something. 500 lbs and you're still such a bitch, that your weight isn't the most unattractive thing about you, it's your personality. U G H.