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So after I last posted, I joined a gym. I started seeing a personal trainer, and I boned down on my studies so I could work hard and try to finish things on time.
I lost weight. I ended this semester with an A in Japanese and a 3.8 overall. Through the stress, through the tears, through the myriad of things that I can do utterly alone. I was proud.
It's funny how my mother can shoot me down so easily.
"I don't think you'll fit into that costume for June. It's too revealing and you're too fat." I'm trying to cosplay Lotus from 999 this summer (main reason for all that work), and boom.
It doesn't matter that I'm smart, or that I've struck it out alone for years. No, only my weight (I'm a US 10) matters. She criticizes one of my SILs (not to her face) to hell and back for being overweight, but the other one is "so smart" and "so accomplished" (because my mother has nothing negative to say about her appearance.)
Christmas makes me feel like persona non grata, as I'm not gorgeous/skinny/in a relationship. But hey, I'll smile and pretend that everything is perfect, as I did get lovely presents this year and for the most part, it was very enjoyable, save for that comment.
Merry fucking Christmas. Maybe next year I'll latch onto the first guy I see without a ring. Will that make me a person then?
I lost weight. I ended this semester with an A in Japanese and a 3.8 overall. Through the stress, through the tears, through the myriad of things that I can do utterly alone. I was proud.
It's funny how my mother can shoot me down so easily.
"I don't think you'll fit into that costume for June. It's too revealing and you're too fat." I'm trying to cosplay Lotus from 999 this summer (main reason for all that work), and boom.
It doesn't matter that I'm smart, or that I've struck it out alone for years. No, only my weight (I'm a US 10) matters. She criticizes one of my SILs (not to her face) to hell and back for being overweight, but the other one is "so smart" and "so accomplished" (because my mother has nothing negative to say about her appearance.)
Christmas makes me feel like persona non grata, as I'm not gorgeous/skinny/in a relationship. But hey, I'll smile and pretend that everything is perfect, as I did get lovely presents this year and for the most part, it was very enjoyable, save for that comment.
Merry fucking Christmas. Maybe next year I'll latch onto the first guy I see without a ring. Will that make me a person then?