“No, Charlotte. It’s not okay. It’s not healthy. I would know.” “Don’t you dare try to lecture me about what’s healthy. You peddle weird pyramid-scheme shakes for fun. You don’t eat actual food and you try to force your messed-up views about bodies on me, too! All I ever hear from you is that I look wrong, eat wrong, dress wrong! You didn’t even believe a boy would ask me to a dance! You’re the one who’s not happy with me! So congratulations! You’re a terrible mother!”
