I had to let her go.
When we went shopping she was always complaining about how she cant wear this because of her stretchmarks or her stomach and how it's not fair that I could wear anything I wanted because I was skinny.
And I felt for her. I did. I sympathized.
I tried countless outings to help find clothes for her that complemented her and I did. I was a good friend to her. Every shopping trip became about her. I wasn't even looking for stuff for me anymore. I did that on my own time.
She would go to the fitting room to try on stuff and I would be out looking for more.
I didn't mind that's what friends do.
She was down and I was trying to help her feel better about herself.
But it wasn't enough. She would complain and nag and get angry with me for no reason.
It got to the point where I couldn't deal with it.
I'm trying to help you and you still aren't happy.