Fat

I spent the last twenty minutes sat in the house, listening to my two drunk aunties and my mother tell me exactly how fat i am and how they don't understand why i have a boyfriend who'll put up with someone so fat. A friend once told me that i have to make people fall for my personality so they'll put up with my passable looks, I think it's true.

I'm not sat in my room away from people calling me all kinds of fat and ugly. But i don't feel much better. Why did they have to do that? That's it, i am never eating again. I hate being laughed at, especially by my mother who is meant to love me whatever and isn't exactly a size 10 herself. If i'm not even good enough for my own mother who can i be good for?

I feel really lousy now.