67435) I’m fat. And when I’m saying this, I mean it, I’m not a skinny girl with a disorder of the mind, it is visible. My thighs, arms, face, butt, belly. You know, my whole body.
My parents refer to me as “the thing”.
I went downstairs to get a cup of corn, and when I came upstairs, my dad who was downstairs had texted my mum this: “东西有下来吃了” (roughly translated as - “The thing has come downstairs to eat AGAIN”).
I expected this from my dad, but my mum? - well fine then I won’t eat anything. Ugh I hate my so-called “family”.
I’m just so completely over living at home. Maybe I’ll ask Michelle whether I can move in with her …