She's such a bullshitter. There's no one thing wrong with her body. Amber, you're literally dying. You are so fat you are out of breath by just living at this point. She says she "doesn't want to talk about it" but she mentions it anyways.
She bought a suuupar qute phone case because that's a necessity for her
Also, I like how she now keeps showing off how much of a good furmama she is by showing Twinky every 2 minutes.
Another boring video of our gorl sitting and doing nothing
FYI, she explains nothing, except that she's having a health issue that she doesn't want to talk about. Becky's genius family finds a kitten on the brink of death and waits days to take it to the vet, but AL paid for it cause she's a saint. Also apparently, AL is obsessed with dinosaurs, gorls. Who knew? They went to see the new Jurassic Park movie and she cried several times. She got a new phone case-exciting !!!
Dragging out what we all want to know— her weight— is getting obnoxious. She shows off her kyuuuuuuute new phone case (which is as basic bitch as it gets) for like half of a video.
Haven't watched it yet, but how did someone as vain as our gorl look at that picture with the hair and dandruff all over her shoulders and think "yeah, this would make a great thumbnail"
I wonder what's wrong with her now? She's been sick since January, and refuses to go to the doctor. Oh wait, she went to the singing doctor who said she was perfectly healthy. Even I know that's a lie. And if she didn't want to talk about it, then don't bring it up. Just like your weight that's you're hoping we'll all forget.
The whole vet thing had me confused. If the parents can't take care of a dying cat, why on earth would you bring it into your home. I would have called animal services and let them deal with it. This could cost her thousands of dollars for a cat that's gonna die anyway. Yet, she'll turn around and say she doesn't have money for a therapist, health insurance, or a dr. visit. Girl has lost the plot.
ETA: I have a thought, so just stick with me here. As I said before, she's a type 2'er, and a bad one at that. She has a lot of the symptoms (thirst, dry hair, extreme hunger). She doesn't sleep at night because her liver dumps around 3AM without insulin as a reserve. You go bloody mad to replace it - so you eat. This is a horrible cycle, and is not "the binge monster" - but an actual physical symptom of a type 2'er.
To keep your liver from dumping, and experiencing all the symptoms (shaking, perspiration, weakness, coma, etc) you graze like a cow in a pasture all day and night. The minute she stops eating, the livers says "woah, woah, woah - wait a minute. Where are my glucose reserves".
I think this is what's happening to Hamber. Unless she gets 100 units of insulin in her bod before she goes to bed, she'll never get past this. Oh, I'm no doctor. But she won't be able to sleep, and could fall easily into a coma unless she's eating carbs and sugar.
Also, she probably looks so unkempt because she's getting too fat to shower regularly. I wonder how long it'll be before she's like this woman from My 600lb Life.
I was hoping the title was going to be a reference to our g0rl living such a tiny life bouncing between Walmart, the house, and Texas Roadhouse that a mundane conversation about cigarette facts strikes her as so weird. That would require the any modicum of ability to self-reflect, though.
What a sad fatty. I’ve watched vlogs of young people going through cancer that weren’t nearly as depressing. She needs a real job, so she can escape the house and find a sense of purpose in life.