I'm proud of myself because my mom just came home and just started listing all of these things I do wrong. and was making me feel bad about everything I do.
when I'm simply drinking some coffee and on tumblr--trying to enjoy a least a part of my Saturday and that's not a fucking crime. Especially considering how hard I worked yesterday.
And I realized that and told her to stop saying every two seconds that: you need to stop eating this and that. and you need to move and exercise. and you're awful and don't take care of yourself and don't do anything. and you're lazy and don't do things that are productive.
I told her to stop telling me these things because it makes me feel like I'm fat and worthless and I'm not and she's being an asshole. and then I walked away.
Whereas just a month ago I probably would have clammed up and cried later in my room. and blamed myself and thought I was fat and ugly and lazy and awful.
she said: you have problems.
I said: no YOU have problems.
I'm never treating my kids like this. and I really can't treat myself like this.
where does she think I fucking learned this from.
oh p.s. now she's yelling to my dad about me and the same "issues" lol she has so many fucking problems.
