Reborn to Reign: No More Fat-Shaming, Ex-Husband

On Valentine's Day, I literally ate myself to death.

With five million followers watching my live stream, my stomach ruptured from extreme binge-eating. My blood vessels collapsed.

My soul hovered, leaving that bloated, 250-pound body behind.

That was when I saw my husband, Mario, holding hands with my skinny model bestie, Samantha, strolling down the street.

In Samantha’s arms was a gorgeous bouquet of lisianthus—the exact flowers I had been begging Mario for.

They kissed, they hugged, and they talked trash about me.