What’s fascinating is that I can stop following her for a week or two, come back, and still know what happened. She never changes. It’s the same story over and over again, month after month, year after year.
It begins with a manic state of mind. She is high on her plans. She will succeed, loves her haters, promises change. It’s like an endless cocaine-fueled orgasm. She’s surfing the waves of her manic phase. Life is as good as it gets at 400 pounds. BAM. The waves shatter against Arby’s bricks. She tries to keep her head above water but fails. Binge after binge, she shovels food down her throat, while her social media are as dead as her weight loss plans. Then comes the depressive phase. She announces a comeback and goes on a crash diet in a desperate attempt to undo 50,000-kcal-worth of guilt. The waves suck her into the abyss. She becomes irate, bitchy. It’s all her haters fault. She didn’t get enough support. Fuck Zachary. Fuck Kiwi Farms. Fuck the comments. Then silence.
A short while later, gorl re-emerges like the wreck of a beached whale and begins readying herself for another go at the cycle.
It’s always the same story. Always.