This is something I don't tend to tell about myself, but I feel it's pretty relevant to the topic at hand. Back in October, I was diagnosed with a form of alopecia, and the stress from that, working a shitty job while attending college, and moving to a new state fucked me up even more mentally. I had reached my highest weight, and it hurt. I decided that I needed to do something about it, so I quit my job to focus on school and bettering myself, with the help of doctors. Since then I've been able to lose weight and feel the healthiest I've been in a long while. I still have shitty days of course, but I don't blame it on the shit Hamber blames her shitty days on. It infuriates me that Amber has had SO MANY opportunities as well as people reaching out to try and help her, and every single time, without fail, she never fully takes those opportunities. Every single time, she toys with the idea of help, and then once the buzz around starting this new "journey" fizzles out, the cycle just continues. I cannot at all feel bad for her. She has had so many chances, chances I and many others would have killed to have, just to throw them in the fucking garbage and cry on stream while binging on whatever brown slop her live-in-nurse of the month is forced to feed her. I seriously cannot stand to listen to her bitch about her weight and do nothing. She needs to go back to touchy shit with her greasy, swollen hands at whatever backwards country store she can fit her trusted scooter into. She needs her side characters back because God knows she is the most boring person on this planet.
