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THIS IS THE BEST GIF I HAVE EVER SEEN. I just found out this morning my shitbag husband has been cheating on me, and I will send this his way. THANK YOU.

I know the article made this point, but I'm going to re-make it because I'm ANGRY.

Jeez, reading this and some of the comments is bringing back some awful memories. My mother, from when I was about 6 and up, used to tell me to "suck my stomach in" and "lose some weight" and "wear more flattering clothes". She would go on diets and suggest I go on them with her. Bribe me with things if I lost weight

Anyone else think this was going to turn into the Discovery Channel at :40?

Also, I need a gif of someone opening their wallet and then frowning. Imagine it.

HA.

I think it's "ay-do-puh-tion"?

Jez writers, pwease let me share this petition with you. C'moonnnnnnn. Let's work on it together, and share it with Jez readers, and actually take action.

This GIF has never been more appropriate:

I've never played (used?) a Ouija board because I am shit-scared of ghosts. But I don't surely, if it was all subconscious movements, the only thing that would come out would be "FKDFOIIIERNNASJSIDJS SAYS FPDORTERTD NO ERERNJSDJ YES YES"? Or, at the very least, "Granddad wants to talk to me, again?"

This is an appropriate place as any to ask some water-related advice, I guess.

Alright, Jezzies, let's take a step back here. There are a lot of feelings being felt but let's just talk for a second. Well, okay, it won't take a second. I am a lengthy poster.

No worries. Before I moved to Small Town USA I lived in Small Town UK, where I moaned because there was only one bus route and the buses were only every hour and stopped at 7pm (whereas my friends, in Slightly Larger Town UK, had buses every ten minutes until 10pm on weeknights and midnight on weekends). So coming to

I, too, had an eating disorder for years, and it really came to a head in college. The college made me see a nutritionist, which was very helpful. She told me (and other comments have said that what works for some doesn't work for all, and I second and third and fourth that) that if I wanted to lose weight in a

This shit is really starting to piss me off, because it gets so DANGEROUS. My father-in-law was hospitalised last year with respiratory failure (from a number of factors, mostly unrelated to his weight). He was told he needed to lose at least 45lbs "if he wants to live past 55" (he was 53 when it happened). And he was

I can offer some perspective here. When I was pregnant, I lived in a small, smaaall town and had no health insurance. I had tried to go to my local health department for prenatal care, but they did not offer it and referred me to the closest health department that did, which we will refer to as The Hell Clinic for

Putting this out here, because some day Mr ScreenName and I might want to have sex again someday, and maybe someone can help with that:

God I love Harry. I don't think he knows the meaning of the word shame. And I bet he could one-up my best stories in a game of Never Have I Ever.

No, dear. Take it from a fellow Brit: he's been born with the lifetime ability to be ashamed of his bowels.