It’s frustrating. Because I could almost see myself in her. Not so much the weight but the lack of achievement or direction. My excuse was the loss of my son. Chose childlike coping mechanisms like drinking and isolating myself. Then one day I woke up and said to myself your still here woman, enough! I stopped all the bullshit excuses for not doing something and would go do it or try and fail. I won’t ever be 100 percent, but I can’t imagine wasting your precious youth like these young women do with bad diets and flaunting excess weight.