I am not a Cullen. I will die. I've been thinking about the unhealthy choices I make. I know that most of these choices are based on laziness and apathy.
But I look at my precious daughter and realize that if I am not driving to an early death, I am most definitely driving towards an unpretty one. I think about what responsibilities I might leave to her because I am too unhealthy to take care of things myself.
Her happiness is so important to me. I hope I can be strong enough to love myself enough to fix it.
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