I am angry at my stepdaughter's anorexia/bulimia and the cavalier way she looks at it. I am angry at the crap that she writes on her arms, legs, and her back for that matter and thinks nothing of it. I am angry that I cannot look past that shaved head and ridiculous clothing she wears. I am angry that my wife can look past it all and say "if that is what she wants to do, let her" and I can't. I am angry that I am intolerant.
Confession posted on 07/08/2003