take a chill pill... or two... or seven
i went home to see becca because her birthday is on sunday and i have rehearsal from 2-8. i picked up from school and we went to friendly's. the plan was to get icecream, but we opened the appitizer menu first and just went "oh... yes". Loaded Waffle Fries. Minus the bacon. we managed to finish the whole thing. just the two of us. ive been pretty good lately (lost 5 pounds since school started) and since it's her freakin birthday i didnt really think about eating a huge fuckoff plate of cheese fries. then my mom and i went out to dinner while becca was at a b-day party for her friend matt. So anywho.... as we're eating my mom reprimands me for getting cheesefries because becca is getting a little heavy. which i know is true, she's just like me. she's turning 11 and she's about 100lbs. thats about the same as kristin. i weighed 170 in the 7th grade. but i wasnt really fat... i was dense. it makes sense. ALSO becca's going to start shaving her legs soon (oh god i feel so old). im worried about her because she's just like me. and middle school was REALLY hard on my self esteem. and even though she's the favorite i know she's not safe from my mom's criticism. and kristin and i wont be around to protect her. i dont want becca going through middle school and high school all depressed and insecure. i wish i saw her more. she's so much fun. she's my little rockstar. i sometimes wonder if she looks at me and worries about becoming me like i do.