Some old lady at the beach called me fat. I was sitting there, in the sun, listening to my music, and she came up to me and stared talking.
After not even a minute, she told me that I needed to start exercising, because being fat is no good.
The fuck.
Like I don't know that....
Basically, I got pissed off, after she commented on some other things.
When my dad came out later, he asked what was wrong.
I told him that a lady called me fat, and he said that she was a grandmother, it's what they do.
Fuck that.
Then I told him that he said the same things, so what's his excuse?
He just said that he's my dad and he's allowed to do that.
Whatever.
The only good thing out of this, is that I got a lot of pretty pictures of the beach, and that I got a tan. :D
I would upload them, but I can't since the cord to my camera was in my dads duffle bag. Which got stolen when people broke into our house.
11 more days.
I can do this.
I love the heat here.
The warm, the sunshine.
Getting a tan.
I'm just going to have to enjoy it, and not try to let this bother me.
I have 11 days left.
I can do this.
I wish I could upload my photos, but I can't get another cord until I get home.
Oh well.
Today wasn't entirely a bad day, I just had to get that out of my system.
I am me.
I am not perfect.
I try to do the best that I can, set goals that I can reach, and do anything to achieve them.
But I've gotten a little lost along the way, and now here I am, struggling with Anorexia, Depression, and Self Harm.
My blog isn't supposed to be a happy place. Or an advice giving place. It's just a place that I can write out all my thoughts, everything I feel, without being judged!
Maybe you'll find solace in my struggles, someone to understand. Maybe you'll find interest in watching my journey through my life, or maybe you'll even take one look at this, and turn away. Every reaction is a lesson, and I am here to learn.
This blog is access into my most private thoughts.
With that being said, enjoy!
With that being said, enjoy!
I say tell your dad off. Or really have a talk with him about how much it hurt you. Don't let him get off the hook. He's your dad and he should support you, not make you feel worthless.
ReplyDeleteHe says that i'm just too sensitive.
DeleteTalking with him will never be an option. I just need to hold on for 1 more year. Then I can leave.
:( alright. Don't let them break you down before then!
DeleteI'm trying. Easier said than done. But nonetheless, thank you. Xx
DeleteMy grandmother was like that. She used to tell me that boys didn't like fat girls. But that was MY grandma, not some random stranger. That would piss me off too. I'm so jealous that you've gotten a tan. I want one! I can't wait to see all your beautiful pictures. Love you.
ReplyDeleteXOXO
My grandma says the same thing. And while it hurts, I can't believe a random stranger told me I was fat.
DeleteYou can get a tan, just gotta get some sun!
I can't wait to upload the photos. :D
Love you too. Take care. Xxx