Today sucked. There is no other way around it. School actually wasn't too bad; I enjoy being anywhere as long as it's not my house. Why, you ask? Well, my mom is a nutcase. Her hobby is criticizing me (and my dad, but I don't know his feelings about this). She is absolutely neurotic about my weight. I have a BMI of 19.5 and my body fat percentage is 17.5%. In my mom's eyes I am chubby, if not overweight. She prefers I don't eat dinner; if I do (school lunch is at 12, I might get hungry by the time I go to bed) it's always accompanied by dirty looks. In her mind, if I'm out with friends she would rather I smoke pot ("Everyone tries it sometime!") than eat 2 slices of pizza("You ate TWO?! That probably has 1000 calories in it!!!"). Food always has a negative connontation. I envy my friends' moms who are always so relaxed. Like I was hanging out with a friend last weekend and her mom took us to Starbucks where I got a light small frapuccino. My mom would rather die than buy me such a "fattening" drink. She also refuses to listen to my say about this. She enjoys telling me how I'm the fattest of all my friends. I point out that if I'm a size 2, I can't possibly be fatter than someone who wears a 6 or an 8. She doesn't care. So as you can imagine my life is pretty fun.
And That's Just Peachy.
(By the way, the picture of the peaches represents my life-today they are rotten)
