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And I don’t know, maybe I do compulsively weigh myself every morning, count calories, and run excessively on a daily basis. And maybe I have lost over 20 pounds since March. But it’s not like I look fucking unhealthy. I guess I can see how it could be a problem. In another reality. Maybe. But not really.

Like she tried to tell me that I didn’t have any body fat. I made an enormous effort to hold back my laughter because it seemed rather inappropriate. And then I was just like, “Hi, are you looking at me? What are you smoking and can I please have some? Thanks.” For real, Mum. You’re delusional.

So my mom just came to my room crying because she thought that I had a “problem” with my weight. And I know she is being motherly and showing that she cares, but I really just found it super fucking annoying.