I’ve been talking to my mom for however long basically about how much I hate my body. I was trying soooo hard to hold back my tears.
she basically had the perfect body growing up. whenever were out in public & she’s sees someone who’s tall, skinny & tan she says “ohhh I remember when I used to look like that” so I always ask her “if you were so skinny and dad was too, how come I got the short end of the stick?” my brothers are skinny too.
here I am, the health obsessed, vegetarian who has weight issues.
then I go on & tell her how I absolutely hate my stretch marks -which take up my whole thighs & hips- she says how she’s sorry but there’s nothing we can do about them.
then I go on about my acne scarring. -which I’m getting all this facial stuff done at the spa thats super spendy & painful to get rid of them.
they’re stuck with this troubled teen, that they can’t really help.
