Now that she’s replaced cutting and being a cokehead slut with every plate of food that anyone puts in front of her, Demi Lovato is now a contributing editor for Seventeen and helping with Love Is Louder project. It’s hard to tell, but I think her duties include writing stuff on her hand and whining about being rich.
“Lashing out was my cry for help,” the 18-year-old told Seventeen. “Wow, who was I to do that? I’m very ashamed. I wasn’t in the right state of mind at all.” Lovato “basically had a nervous breakdown,” she said. “I was really bad off,” she admitted. “My parents and my manager pulled me aside and said, ‘You need to get some help.'” “It was an intervention,” she continued. “I wanted freedom from the inner demons. I wanted to start my life over.” Many of Lovato’s insecurities had been worsened by her desire to exceed expectations. She told the magazine she once passed out backstage during a concert, but continued to perform after regaining consciousness. “I didn’t want anyone to be able to say that there was someone else working harder than I was,” she said. And, in perhaps a vague reference to her failed romance with Joe Jonas, Lovato said she didn’t feel she deserved “to be loved by someone.” “You aren’t worthy enough,” she would tell herself. Lovato also went to great lengths to keep her problems a secret. “There were times when I thought, I don’t know if I actually want help because my eating disorders are my best friend,” she recalled. “Looking back on it, I just want to cradle my old self up and hold her and tell her that it doesn’t have to be this way.” Intense counseling in rehab helped Lovato look at herself differently. “One of the reasons I was so unhappy for years was because I never embraced my emotions and I was trying to stay in control,” she explained. “In treatment, all of the negative things I did were stripped away and I had to start processing my feelings.”
Oh, boo hoo. Let’s all feign sympathy for a 18-year old millionaire who never has to work another day in her life because she doesn’t like what she sees in the mirror. You chose to be in a business in which how you look will always be scrutinized like Obama’s birth certificate, so don’t pretend that you don’t understand how the world works. If you’re not as pretty as a chick you see walking down the street, so what? Just learn how to give a really good blowjob. We give out bonus points for that. Man, I should really be some sort of self-esteem counselor.