and the thing is, most of the time, i'm pretty damn happy about the way i look. i get to eat what i want. my clothes still fit. and my boyfriend loves me no matter how i look too. my friends still treat me the same, though i get annoyed with them always saying "im so fucking fat" when they weigh about ten lbs. but that's life right? the skinny bitch always calling themselves fat and inadvertedly making me feel like ten WHALES but whatever. that's how the skinny rolls.
but then there are those fucking days when i hear my mother making fat jokes about me either behind my back or to my face and i wonder to myself, "Well, we all can't be SICK & THIN like you, ma."
i don't want to say those things out loud because it would hurt her and her blood pressure would go up and shit. she'd go to the hospital and then it's all my damn fault. this is why i don't go out or be the person i want to be. i stay home so you don't worry. i come home before eleven so you won't worry sick about me.
but WTH. am i supposed to just sit here and take it every fucking time? i mean, cmon now. i get it from the guy upstairs all the time (asshole) and it just makes my house a living hell.
seriously. am i supposed to be bulimic or anorexic to make my mom happy to have a skinnybitch daughter? REALLY? just so that i can fit in "better" clothes.
UGH. and you know what else pisses me off? former "fat" girls going skinny and then picking on other "big" girls. thanks, assholes. you used to look like me too remember? just because you changed your whole fucking image to get a guy makes you much better. good job ;D i'll remember when i'm throwing up it's thanks to your attitude. HIGHFIVE.