how could I forget
My family had a birthday party for me last week and I was out of town. How considerate of them. I wasn't even officially invited. I went home for Easter and my grandmother said I was getting fat. It wasn't even my morphine addict crazy grandmother.
It went like this...
her-- "Wow, Kristin... you're packing on some extra weight, aren't you!?
me-- "Yeah, I guess."
her-- "Don't you think you've gotten a little fat?"
Dad-- "She is NOT fat!"
her-- "No, I guess she's not fat. She's plump"
I wanted to cry. The first time I EVER remember being self conscious in my life was when my grandmother called me fat when I was eight. Here she goes again.
It went like this...
her-- "Wow, Kristin... you're packing on some extra weight, aren't you!?
me-- "Yeah, I guess."
her-- "Don't you think you've gotten a little fat?"
Dad-- "She is NOT fat!"
her-- "No, I guess she's not fat. She's plump"
I wanted to cry. The first time I EVER remember being self conscious in my life was when my grandmother called me fat when I was eight. Here she goes again.