Oh goody!
My mom is complaining about my jean size now! Apparently I used to be an 8. The last time I remember being a size 8, I was in junior high. Now I'm a twelve because my hips are a bitch, everything is low cut and only bigger sizes work for me, and my legs are just kind of big. I could lose a little on my ass and thighs, but jesus goddamn christ, my mom is fucking obsessed with me losing weight.
She's always been jealous of my ass and my figure, and has told me so herself. She's gained something like ten pounds over the last couple months and can't get it off, and it feels like she's projecting her problems onto me. Exercising is boring as hell, and even if I tried, I only ever got down to something like 133. It's fucking HARD for me to lose weight, and I gained the weight I lost almost all back over the course of a year.
Thanks mom, for being nosy and obnoxious and not supportive at all by telling me that I have to look thin!
Especially good since school starts tomorrow!