Listen, Fatass

If you didn't insist on eating a snack, then dinner, then cookies, then cake, then more cookies, then more cake, maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't puke your guts out into the trash can in the bathroom at work and be so embarrassed about it because you actually knocked the bag off the can and puked directly INTO said can that you had to clean it up with bare hands and feel grossed out for the rest of the night because you touched your own vomit. Maybe. And maybe if you didn't eat like a pig to the point of making yourself puke a) you wouldn't be such a fucking fatass and b) your mother wouldn't accuse you of actively being bulemic. So fucking stupid. So, so fucking disgustingly stupid.