You're not listening to me. I start with each person I meet on a clean slate. I give them a fair chance.

I stated right in the beginning that nothing has changed. That's looking back. I never said nothing is going to change.

Also, read what I said - I judge you if you judge me. I stereotype you if you stereotype me. I let them make the first move. They are the ones doing everything. I said I was a mirror, I reflect everything I receive - that's exactly what my words mean. I cannot reflect something if it is not there.

That is exactly what my condition is all about. It's unfiltered. People embellish from their own imaginations and then want me to accept the incorrect things they thought out about me. And, I'm just not going to, bottom line.

Listen, it's real simple. People are angry with me, always have been, because my life demonstrates to them how overly and unnecessarily complicated their lives are. The mirror - does it make sense now?

I've shown them that a fat kid, with no friends, no money and no social life can achieve things which they thought only they were able to achieve, and then some. That pisses them off. It grinds their guts, it makes them gnash their teeth and blow steam from their nostrils.

They want me to fail, because I haven't "paid my dues". But, that's a construct that they concocted in their own minds! Nobody said you have to work hard, sweat and bleed to achieve everything in life. Why? Do what you do out of love and pure passion, and it will all come easy. Don't do what you hate. That's why you get thousands of people working jobs they hate and then a handful who live life happy, playing football, basketball, painting, singing, acting, wrestling for a living, etc.

They painted themselves into a corner and now they are mad at me that I didn't buy into the nonsense that they all bought into. Now they take it out on me and make me suffer. The "being fat" thing is just a reason to justify it. They can't find something to convict me with, so now they attack me personally, about something that I have been struggling with my whole life. I have an eating disorder. It's true. You don't know how it came about, and why and how does my eating disorder affect you? Does it suddenly make me eligible for hatred and bitter judgement?

I was the kid who didn't know who Santa was, didn't have a play-station, didn't believe in the tooth fairy, didn't have the latest branded clothes, couldn't swim, couldn't play sports with the other kids (I find coordination very difficult), didn't have the latest gadgets. I owned my schoolbooks and a couple of pens, that was it. My family was dirt poor, my dad used to have more debt than his salary each month. We lived on credit cards. But, I had a passion for learning. Every day, I had to hear the snickering, the laughing, the joking of how pathetic I was, as if I could help it. Like I said, nothing's changed. Today, I'm getting the same treatment.

But, I was the one getting the grades, leaving the bullies behind as they have to re-sit another year in the same grade, etc.

I'm not imagining things. I know how my classmates used to hate me because they all failed a test in a particular class and only me and another girl passed. I know, because I remember what they said about her behind her back. So, no doubt, saying the same things about me when I'm not listening.

For all the effort they put in, all the make-up, all the dressing-up, all the working out and looking good, only to be "pipped at the post" by some fat kid who never ran one lap around an athletic's track (well, not true, I did actually in high school, but you get my point. ), it's got to piss them off, no doubt.