How. How can she forgive and forget. I can’t even imagine, oh my God. I need to tell my mom I love her now.

I don’t even know what to say. Know that you are a trooper. You carry right on with your gorgeous chest, ass and the rest of your badass self. No one, least of all your own Dad, should have said those things to you. And no one should be able to deal with that. You were anyway, and you should be proud of and love…

Uh...wut. And also, no you don’t. You keep that junk in the trunk right where it belongs. What the hell, Grandma. Sounds like karma bitchslapped you HARD.

Right?! I thought the same. “Sounds v. attractive” :)

I’m German, with a shall we say “Germanic” built, and living in Italy from when I was 7 until I was 14 did. a. massive. number. on. me. Like, WOW. It was beautiful and good for me in many other ways, but my body image is FUCKED UP to this day. So I feel you hard, sister. I love it and still consider it home, but that…

Yaaaaasss. :-D Salty bitches for the win!

I understand you so well. :( And obviously you know this, but try to remember it and tell it to yourself over and over: You couldn’t be there because your life is 3000 miles away from her. And that’s because she is bad for you and you had the smarts and willpower to see that and get away from her. And I’m sure you…

No. Stop it. There’s also no harm in NOT forgiving them if they are not sorry and do not deserve it. Are you one of the sorry assholes who tells rape victims to forgive their rapists because they had a bad childhood? Not deriding bad childhoods/losses and what they can make people do. But you NEVER, EVER guilt someone…

Just the thought of one of my little sisters dying brings tears to my eyes. I’m so sorry, you are beautiful and incredibly strong. And from the bottom of my heart: fuck your toxic grandma. Fuck her.

Oh no no no. She needs to knock it. the fuck. off and leave you alone with what is very probably HER eating disorder. Are you familiar with captainawkward.com? She gives excellent advice on how to deal with “difficult” parents.

I’m sorry, that made me laugh. I’m coming to terms with having yes-it’s-probably-light-depression (I’m in therapy) and I eat for comfort. So. Yeah.

And fuck your nana for that, too, even if she loved you. Ugh. How could she.

NO. :( I know what you mean, but honestly, I loved to bite from time to time. More than the topics themselves I always enjoyed the Kinja underneath them. Seems like it’s time to start looking for a new feminist space. This is really sad. :(

Oh nonono that’s horrifying! :( We’ll see how this turns out, but if I don’t like it, I’ll look for a new space, myself...

YAAAAAASSS MISSY!!! MORE LIKE WYB (WHERE YOU BEEN) AMIRITE!!!!

You know what else would be intriguing? A movie about a person who’s smart enough to NOT walk on a tightrope between two skyscrapers. (This is where I’ll note that I hated Gravity because, controversially, I believe that people who go into space are “asking for it.”)

“I’m in the worst. movie. eveeer”

I’m so sorry. It’s not your fault.

Well, I wish you and your wife all the best for panthercougar jr.

That’s nice. Congratulations!