I think my parents are ashamed of me. Being 14 and 190 pounds, they obviously are. I mean, i get lectures at least three times a day. "Oh, you're gonna be in a wheel chair soon! You wont be able to walk! You can barely get clothes that fit!"
My mother lost 20 pounds from the treadmill, and she brags about it all the time. She's a size 8 in pants while im a size 14. I just wish she'd let me go out to starbucks and hang out with friends like a normal teen, instead of nagging me and telling me im gonna die soon.
I mean, it does bother me, my weight. But it bothers me even more how i cant enjoy my young -teen years without having holy water sprayed on me. Fuck |