Fml.
So for the past month or two, I’ve been looking at myself thinking..”Did I gain weight?” And i keep thinking it’s bloatness which I always get. So finally, I go to the bathing suit section today and find a bathing suit. Figures gotta get a fucking XL because everyone is so fucking short and tiny in this century. And a large for my bum. Well, I looked in the mirror and I wasn’t satisfied with my body. Most people aren’t with their body, but today..it was different. I looked..like my end of freshman year self again. Big thighs and my stomach isn’t it’s normal flat-self.
I bought the bathing suit, whatever yolo.
So I go home and talk to my mom and said, “Mom. Be completely honest with me. It won’t hurt my feelings, I just want to know. Did I gain weight?”
She nods. I have asked her this once a week for the past two months. When I finally stopped, I gained weight. And I asked her where at. She said my thighs. I agree. I have noticed that when I have been wearing shorts.
But it’s all my fault. I go out to eat everyday. Buy hot lunch everyday. Eat shitty food. Why? Because lately I haven’t cared. Now, I’m gonna start to. That was a slap in the face. I’m not gonna make a big drastic change and like starve myself, because I love food. But I need more exercise and need to eat healthier.
Way to go, Kathryn. Way. To. Go.
- Teacher: Schools almost over
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