Eating disorders and child abuse

Well, howdy.
I painted my nails this morning because I am going swimsuit shopping soon. Every little bit helps. It's a part of summer, you know, the swimsuit thing.
Land's End is my favorite place to shop for swimwear. You get to go online and design your own virtual self, and try swimwear on that self. It's much less despair provoking than facing one's self in florescent light and full length mirrors.
My stretch marks glow in florescent lighting. There are stretch marks from my knees to my neck (I apologize to my male readers, I know that's a horrifying image.) But, there you have it.

This weekend I painted. Nothing new, really, just plugging away at the various unfinished projects.

Do any of you know how to parent a teenager? Because, I was wondering about that. Discipline causes withdrawal. Cracking the whip seems to make him move slower, rather than faster. He morphed into a lazy, moody, freak of nature overnight. How is that possible? You have never in your whole life seen a less satisfied creature. His mother is mean. His life is intolerable. How can anyone expect him to wear those clothes? Those are yesterday's clothes. He is abused and neglected because his mother will not finance his various whims. Poor lad.
I presented the shocking idea that Lacrosse is a privilege to be earned, and not his divine right. Lacrosse practice? At Mean Mother's discretion. That means: earn it, or stay home. No, the team doesn't need you. Get over it.
The CD player? Oh, you mean this CD player? It is not yours, it is mine. It is all mine. If I don't see hard work and respect, then I will not allow you to use what is mine.
Do you see what he has to put up with?
O, the severity. The injustice!

And this is my life in a nutshell. Today, I shall attempt to pay bills. Clean something. Educate America's youth. Abuse my teenager.
Sounds fun. So glad I got out of bed.
(This added for clarification: My teenager is a fantastic human being, and a delightful young man. Please don't let my bloggerly ramblings imply otherwise. I find him to be different, and more challenging as he gets older. He is a very, very good kid. Funny, smart, interesting, insightful AND a bit lazy and moody. Both sides of him are true. Parenting is different not because he has suddenly become bad, but because he has suddenly grown.)