Why am I alllllllwwwwwwaaaaaaayyyyyyysss in denial? I’m beginning to think that I’M not in denial, EVERYBODY else is in denial about the fact I’m not in denial. Or maybe I have a paranoia problem. Are you following me? You are, aren’t you? FREAK.But seriously. Why can’t I just be FINE? Why do I HAVE to be eating poorly if I’m underweight? And don’t laugh at me! I EAT. I don’t play food games. I don’t purge. I don’t exercise. So why can’t my body just naturally want to be thin? STOP LAUGHING!! That’s what my T did last night. And then she spent an unholy amount of time talking about denial. I’m not in denial. I know what it is. And most importantly, I know I’m not in it. Are you still laughing? If you’re my hubby or my T, you are. Look, I’m in a lot of things. I’m in a good mood because I just watched some guy trip. I’m INfatuated with my new Betsey Johnson watch. I’m in love with Brandon. And Cade. And my breasts. And my cats. I know it’s gay, whatever. But I DO love my cats dearly and deeply. And you can’t make me stop. I’m in a crisis due to some mildly alarming gray hairs already soiling my dark, silky mane. But what am I not in? You guessed it: DENIAL.
Can someone, anyone, back me up on this? If you do, I’ll vote for you for president of my fan club!
Denial sucks. Brie rocks!
