Dear mom,
I don't know if you do it because you are concerned or if you just have no filter, but I really don't appreciate you criticizing my body. "Sit up straight so your stomach doesn't stick out" and poking my stomach while making a face is not an okay thing to do when A) I'm already well aware of my belly fat, B) I'm actually working on it, even if you don't believe it, and C) It's not your problem anyway.
I mean, Jesus, do I really disgust you that much? Am I an embarrassment as a daughter? It's no secret that I had TONS of body image issues when I was younger (and still have my moments of feeling gross). I even told you about that time I starved myself for a week.
WHY DO YOU FEEL THE NEED TO POINT OUT MY IMPERFECTIONS? I ALREADY MAGNIFY THEM OUT OF PROPORTION SOMETIMES, I DON'T NEED YOU MAKING IT WORSE.
Oh, and when I tell you that your comment hurt me, you tell me I'm too delicate. If I ever did that to you (which I never will, because I have some goddamn consideration) you'd be pissed too. If you ever get the urge to point another thing wrong with me, just remember that I have feelings too. I think sometimes you forget.
-Dani
Showing posts with label I'm a bitch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I'm a bitch. Show all posts
Friday, December 2, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
OH GOD, AND AN INTERVIEW TOO! *dies*
WHOA. I JUST HAD THE WEIRDEST EPIPHANY EVER. I'm watching The Lion King 2, Simba's Pride (I actually like this sequel. So what?) and I just realized that when my dad tells me a million times to be careful when I go out and such, he's doing it because he loves me and worries about me. I know, I know, DUH. But I seriously thought he said that because he thinks I can't take care of myself. Wow, I need to stop rolling my eyes when he says that. I'm a bitch sometimes, I know.
In other news, I might apply for work today. *nervous tremble* Party City, Macy's, Best Buy, they're all hiring for seasonal jobs. Sounds good, even if I work on Christmas Day, it's not like we're going to do anything special. Ugh, but I don't know how to do this! I've never worked a bleeding day in my life (unless you count about fifteen hours of community service I did in middle school, which I don't). Do I need a resume? I don't know what to put on it. Should I add the fact that I had good grades, or is that stupid? Merlin's beard. *Is now more nervous*
In other news, I might apply for work today. *nervous tremble* Party City, Macy's, Best Buy, they're all hiring for seasonal jobs. Sounds good, even if I work on Christmas Day, it's not like we're going to do anything special. Ugh, but I don't know how to do this! I've never worked a bleeding day in my life (unless you count about fifteen hours of community service I did in middle school, which I don't). Do I need a resume? I don't know what to put on it. Should I add the fact that I had good grades, or is that stupid? Merlin's beard. *Is now more nervous*
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