Yesterday my youngest was listening to the Carpenters. There were many songs. Listening to the cheery and warm female vocal, it is difficult to believe that she died from a heart attack resulting from weight swings.
Being famous, she must have made a bundle of cash. She had such a lovely voice. She looked very decent too, judging from the album cover. I cannot fathom why she has that fatal sickness of losing weight.
Last month, I met my friend's aunt who is an OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) over cleanliness. That is a lady in her fifties. She has been nicely set up with some inheritance. For whatever reason she never got married. She would spend hours cleaning herself until her skin becomes raw.
I am not qualified to look at these two cases from the medical point. Yet from the common sense way of looking at them, neither was happy with themselves. There was probably a certain amount of self-rejection.
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