So I’m really fucking sick of my grandmother calling me fat. I know I’m overweight. I don’t need her reminding me ALL THE TIME. It’s not like I don’t exercise and for the most part eat right. I am so fucking paranoid to go meet new people in this town I just moved to because I don’t want them to be like her and look down on me for being chunky. And it doesn’t help that I can hear her telling my aunt via Skype that “It’s like she doesn’t even want to meet anyone. I tell her to go out to sports things like Ultimate Frisbee but she’s not even making an effort. She’s just weird.” I guess someone really doesn’t understand the concept of social anxiety. I’m just… I don’t know. I’m not depressed like I have been in the past. But I’m just in a rut. I ordered some diet pills online to go along with my exercise. Maybe when I feel like I look good, I’ll be able to meet people?
*gonna make a sandwich and have some potato salad with it* *sees that we are out of potato salad* Well, shit. *compromises with self and makes 2 sandwiches*