As much as she's hurt me over the years, I can't help but feel bad for her. Mother has been on this weight loss journey and reaps no benefits from it. Mayhaps some extra stamina, but that's it. Even when she loses weight, she gains it back. Mother is really upset today about this since she has put a lot of effort forth to finally lose weight. Yet there are no positive results from it. While I was eating breakfast, she asked me, "Do I look extremely fat to you?" I said no. She doesn't look overweight, she just looks like herself. (I think everyone is beautiful physically no matter what, but they can have horrific personalities.) Of course, she thought I was lying. So it seems she's really insecure about her appearance which I can relate to. It was heartbreaking hearing her dismay as she talked about it with me and told me how disappointed she was. After all of this hard work and there's nothing to get for it. I understand that. I just couldn't stop myself from empathizing with her. Some may read this and think, "Why are you showing such care when she doesn't for you?" My understanding for how she feels doesn't mean I'm validating her actions. I just can't stop myself from caring for people. :p Welp, that's all I'm thinking about.