So when i went to go see my family in Wisconsin over the weekend one of my aunts (that I haven’t seen her in like 10+ years) said to me

“You’ve lost your face since you got fat.”

Then before I could even speak my grandmother says,

“Oh don’t mind her weight, she refuses, she doesn’t like to lose weight”

Who the hell do you think you are to say what I don’t like? You don’t know me. Not only was it bad that my aunt said that but you just had to put in your two cents.

Just because I don’t like to drug myself up like you and my dad just to lose weight doesn’t mean I don’t like to. I do what I fucking want.

If I want to not workout, then cool.

If I want to exercise to be healthy, then that’s cool too.

My weight has nothing to do with anyone that doesn’t have to fucking carry it. Bitches.

Geez.

Just when I had a enough confidence to get by, it gets smashed and tossed aside for pick up on Tuesday.

A friend says that if I give up hope she will. You will always have a chance.

Don’t think so?

You have your looks. Your pretty face.

I haven’t written anything in awhile.

So here it goes….Writing away my anger with reality again….

Sometimes I feel like I should just ignore my grandmother for the rest of my life. Not listen to another damn word she says. I’ve grown to where I know that if you don’t accept me for who I am, what I look like, or what I choose to do with my life you can go along with yours without me.

But when the ones close to you insults you…constantly, what do you do? For years, I suffered with everyone else problem with my weight. Insults, forced starvation, hell I even got jumped sometimes but I have no real problem with the way I look. Any changes I make are because of my preferences, not the world’s. Just to reassure my loved ones reading this, changes are made in a healthy way. Don’t worry, I’m not going to be slicing off sides of me to look like Angelina Jolie.