I don't even know if Kate's dress is ugly or not because I can't stop staring at that HEAD of her's. I know an anorexic/bulimic when I see one...and I SEE one in Kate.
Clearly, she's losing hair along with precious body mass.
Sometimes, like today, I have trouble making fun of pictures like this. Now that I've given up meat and consume more vegetables that I ever have, I'm totally obsessing about food. I love nothing more than reading a MENU, or finding out what Barack Obama is having for his "last meal" before he's sworn in.
New England Lobster Bisque en Croute
Porcini Dusted Petit Fillet, Port Wine Demi, Complemented with Seared Sundried Tomato Scented Escolar Basil Emulsion
Sea Salt Roasted Tricolor Fingerling Potatoes
Winter Baby Vegetables
Warm Sticky Toffee Pudding with Vanilla Ice Cream
Isn't that just beautiful? Crazy stuff. It's almost like porn for me...a nasty habit that I can't do without...but yet, I see that maybe I should stop eating altogether again (I can feel my ribs now!). I think this must be "ED" screwing with me. I don't expect most of you to "get" where I'm coming from, because you guys are mentally HEALTHY, right? It's a constant battle. I can't have a conversation without mentioning how "fat" I am now. Perhaps, too, it's because I'm coming up on my one-year anniversary of being shipped off to Casa Palmera. Shit, I don't know.
So yeah. I feel for ya, Kate.