I’m back.
we went on a walk with my mom. it was really hot outside, so I wore a gory dress. I’m fat right now, but it’s the first summer in my adult life when I don’t care about my weight or how disgusting my body looks. most days I even feel good about myself, I feel happy.
out of nowhere my mom makes a comment about my stretch marks. she listens to like 50 psychologists now and we even had a talk when I explained how uncomfortable her thoughts on my appearance and diet make me feel. but she still thought it was necessary to mention the amount of stretch marks on my thighs.
I love her, but she doesn’t understand how triggering this topic is. I can’t stop fucking crying. If I stay in this weight, I will feel horrible about myself. it always feels like I’m letting the world down by being so ugly. but now if I start losing weight, she will notice and she will definitely praise for doing a good job and “taking care of my health”. I can’t win.










