Kinda Fat Girl, Interrupted

I have two best friends. The greatest best friends any girl in the world could have. They are freakishly beautiful and skinny. Now, that being said, I am not. It is hard having supermodel equivalents as best friends, especially in high school. They have never intentionally or knowingly made me feel bad about myself for not being freakishly beautiful or skinny, but there have been moments when they have said something as a criticism to others or a joke made that really struck me to the core. It was innocent and unintentional; I just took it the way I did.

Inevitably anytime we get together there is always talk on improving the way we look. My issue is my weight; I would like to loose a couple pounds, who wouldn’t. Standing next to them, looking at pictures taken of us, I look like a freckled whale. The minute I say something about weight they climb on board the band wagon and claim they are sooooo fat and disgusting.

Bitches, please! Can I at least get my fat friend moment all to myself?

So, on top of going insane I am currently on a diet. Ill timed? Yes. Necessary? Maybe. With everything else that is falling apart, not coming together, or not happening for me, at least I can control/accomplish this.