Story: Today my dad brought home my favorite food sushi, I was so excited but I had ate lunch already (at 4:35) I wasn’t full but didn’t want to tell my mom. So I started eating a bit and my mom told me to stop eating because I ate too much. My dad used to be strict but now he’s pretty chill at least that’s what I thought, he’s just like my mom but tried to hide everything with a smile which I hate. So I ran off to my room and my mom said that I had to finish what I ate right now, but tears were falling down my cheeks so I came wiping my tears. She saw my tears and asked me “why are you crying?” And she told me that it was stupid of me to cry over food but it’s not about the food. It’s about how insecure she’s making me feel. So here I am I ran back up to my room and I’m currently have a breakdown.

Not really, she believes that all that matters is being skinny and pretty. Not to mention having only A+’s and a lot of AP classes

It’s alright, just needed to vent.