Sometimes I buy the large family deal from Hungry Howie’s, and eat the whole thing. It makes me feel like I do have a family, and that I’m not the only one living in my house.

I make fun of the bulimic girls in my school…mostly because I have no gag reflexes of my own.

I eat as much as I do, because I know gastric bypass will be an option later on.

My sister thinks her wedding dress was ripped because she gained weight. In truth, I ripped it when I tried it on, imagining that I was the one who was engaged.

I recently spent half of my pay check on diet pills. They won’t work for me, because when I eat them, I reward myself with a large ice cream cone and cheeseburger.

I make my friends call me Audrey, instead of Audrina. It makes me feel like I’m as thin as Audrey Hepburn, when really I look more like Rosie O’Donald.

I know my child is morbidly obese. I feed him so much because I want to be the skinnier one in the house.