i can't decide if this comment is insultingly obvious or not, but it wouldn't be my first if it was: i hope you invest in yourself, such as with job training, in such a way that bad people of any race can't put their hands on you. maybe you can find true moderation with food once that happens. i got choked into unconsciousness once and it's a horrible feeling of powerlessness that stayed with me for years. in that context, what's so strange and self-blame-worthy about wanting to control your food??
Insultingly obvious? No, not at all. And I appreciate the input.
But, for one I have a degree, I've done PR and event planning, and I choose this line of work very purposefully every day I walk into that club. For two, I'm a girl. With a lot of curves. In my 20s. Bad people are going to put their hands on me whether I'm in lingerie in a strip club or wearing my best fancy dress at an upscale club, and far worse things have happened to me at the hands of people that were supposed to love me and keep me safe. Story of my life. I'm well aware my job can be dangerous. Frankly, I think wasting my life buttoned up and zombified behind some old, white man's desk is more dangerous. ^_^ The vast majority of the time, my job is safe, fun, exhilarating, and just plain awesome.
I don't at all think it's strange to want to control one's food. I think it's strange and horrible what extremes I have to go to in order to be able to do so.
Ok cool. They're your hot curves and you deserve them. But the strange and horrible extremes of your relationship with food has meaning. I won't speculate what it might be. I have desks and work that requires extended focus, but I don't work for the white man. I work for myself. And my job totally freaks me out sometimes, also. But I can probably still do it at 55. You have an opportunity with your cash to make an investment in the future, whatever you might choose.
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But, for one I have a degree, I've done PR and event planning, and I choose this line of work very purposefully every day I walk into that club. For two, I'm a girl. With a lot of curves. In my 20s. Bad people are going to put their hands on me whether I'm in lingerie in a strip club or wearing my best fancy dress at an upscale club, and far worse things have happened to me at the hands of people that were supposed to love me and keep me safe. Story of my life. I'm well aware my job can be dangerous. Frankly, I think wasting my life buttoned up and zombified behind some old, white man's desk is more dangerous. ^_^ The vast majority of the time, my job is safe, fun, exhilarating, and just plain awesome.
I don't at all think it's strange to want to control one's food. I think it's strange and horrible what extremes I have to go to in order to be able to do so.
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