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I love how my family is ignorant and so judgmental in many factors. I get it. humans judge, that's what we do subconsciously without noticing from time to time—but my family knows. states in casually, and continues no matter how irritating it could be.
I basically just got all worked up, because they were talking about body images for the hundredth time this week. like hello, I'm here. still sensitive to that. i swear I'm a weird person. no matter how much...I felt I wanted to be one way—I never expected others to. I don't know if I'm explaining this well, because I'm not really trying to actually state what I went through for five years (yet also make it kind of known?) I don't give two shits about others weight. I'm hella body positive when it come to others, and don't see a problem in someone's weight—unless its worrying. I get that other people are sensitive about it, so I don't bring it up like my mother or sister would. you don't really know what's going through someone's mind, and how they are already seeing themselves. this is getting to long, but my grandma just continued to point out a guys weight and pick fun.
i'm pissed about my family's ways and just wasted your time trying to explain it, before giving up. your welcome. :')