Urghhh I hate eating in front of my grandma now. Everytime I eat, she praises me as if I’m someone suffering from anorexia and it’s a blessing everytime I eat. Then she goes on about how it’s so good that I’m eating and that I should fatten up because skinny looks ugly.
I was so pissed off yesterday at her joy of having to see me eat (LOLOLOLOL) that I CALMLY snapped back ”Don’t worry about me, why don’t you worry about yourself and eat something YOURSELF and stop talking to me.” and stormed upstairs. I heard my grandma say from downstairs “WELL WHO KNOWS SHE DOESN’T LIKE BEING CALLED SKINNY? GOSH.”
I think the only person in my family that knows I dislike my body is my mum. Because everytime someone comments, my mum is always telling me “don’t worry, as long as you’re healthy, you’re pretty. Don’t need to be fat to be pretty. Just be what you are.”
She has said it so many times before. Because someone always comments.
Awww mummmyyyy. I’m so glad there’s no trace of my grandma in her………….
