look, i work at a morgue, i get to see every day how withered and small bodies can get when someone was sick. itās awful. do you know how bone-thin a leg can get. or how a stomach really looks beneath the ribs when itās wasted away. the way peopleās eyes and cheeks press in to their skull like theyāre clinging on for dear life. they died like that, and you want to try and sell me a lie, a pill, a miracle cure thatāll make me live in that state? thatāll make my friends look like that, my family, the people i love? to see corpses in them?
this job makes me appreciate all the more bodies lived in and well-loved. please eat that second serving. please give yourself treats as much as you want. life is not long enough to suffer through it. youāll be plenty skinny when youāre dead.
