“I want you to consider something, hon. What if it’s not possible for you to ever become thin? What if there is no one day? What if this is your real life right now? What if you’re already living it?” “I’m not.” “But what if you are? What if this is your real life and you’re fat and that’s that?” “Then I wouldn’t want to live anymore.” As soon as the words escaped my mouth, I knew I shouldn’t have said them. “I’m not suicidal.” “I.”
