Every time I go to the kitchen my mum questions what I’m getting, making snide little comments like “You’re getting something else?!” or “What are you getting now?!” It’s like, leave what I eat alone!
Yes, I know I’m fat.
Don’t question it, you think that makes me feel better?
Yesterday she told me that my stomach was hard, but I had a layer of FAT covering my “abs” - Helpful, mum, real helpful.
I don’t think that I could go back to not exercising now, I mean I know I haven’t lost any weight yet but the past 8 weeks I’ve just felt better, seriously it’s great - And eventually all my hard work will pay off :)
It’s Friday!
I don’t even know how to answer this, apart from thank you :’) It’s silly how something like this can mean so much to someone, but it really does :’) I love you, anon! (and thank you for being my first ever message on Tumblr!)