ok i’m sorry but

my mom fucking freaks out and asks if i have an eating disorder when i exercise a lot and cut down my meal portions.

today i didn’t go for a run and i get “why aren’t you running?” “did you exercise today?” 

fuck you fuck you and your ignorant, unwarranted comments about my eating and exercise habits. I am in excellent shape, I am finally thin, what the fuck more do you want from me. 

she isn’t even in shape. she doesn’t eat well. i don’t understand why she puts this pressure on me. 

i’ve had this choked-up feeling all day and i just know i’m on the verge of a break again and i can’t do this right now i have so much shit going on and it’s too much i’m freaking the fuck out

jesus my life is really starting to shape up

i’m losing weight, my skin cleared up, i’m making BANK this summer, i’m less stressed out, and school is over next week like