My dad just came up to me and said,"Bri. You look thinner. Did you lose weight?"
Um, one. You don't ask a lady that.
Two, I've been skipping meals, what do you expect? Not that my own parents notice anyways. They're busy focusing on my brothers.
Three, the fuck? Did my grandmother not treat you right dad? Like, seriously. I don't see him asking my mom that.
Then my mom came up and said,
"Breezy, he's not wrong. You look slimmer and paler. You lost weight didn't you?"
NOT e defense from my mom I was expecting. Like at all. Then, clay and jordan, my little brothers, started snickering and singing,
"BRI ISNT FAT ANYMORE!!!" The hell?! I only weigh 130 pounds! Jeez! Just shut up you guys! Oh my word, I hate my family
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