Seriously
I'm so upset right now. I can't even describe how I feel....just ill. I was excited to hang out with my dad only to realize why I don't that much. Every 5 steps I took he told me how fat I was. Seriously, not exhauggerating. Told me I was busting out of my pants, how tight my shirt was, how did I get into my shirt? I mean I'm BUSTING out of it. And my favorite, I don't mean to hurt your feelings but you've gotten really wide? How much did you say you were working out? Cause it's not helping. I love him with all my heart but you can't seriously expect to say those things and think they don't hurt. I had to hold back tears the whole time with a smile. Then we get in the car and he was like are you ok? you're mad, I can tell you're mad. why? what did i do? I think he just had a guilty conscience. I told him everything was fine. And then it started all over again with how fat I was. I got to the point where I told him that if he didn't want to pay for my lipo then to shut the hell up about it. He told me I should try a diet every once in a while. I could die.