It’s no secret to anyone that I have gained 20 pounds in the past year. Contrary to what my parents think, their constant nagging on the subject isn’t my only reminder that I’m fat. I know I am, without their constant reminders, and I know that I have to lose weight. That is why I have been exercising regularly and controlling my diet, especially portion size. (Excuse me Mother dear, but weren’t you the first one to notice that I only eat half of what I used to?)
Currently, I’m still in high school. Before I leave for school, I drink a glass of milk, just because it upsets my stomach if I eat anything that early in the morning. We have lunch at 11:45 AM, and all I eat is half an apple (because no one eats a full meal at school). The six hours between the time I wake up and eat lunch, I am living off of my 1 cup of milk. Milk is pretty filling, but it can’t contain a person for six hours! I need some food during that time! I pack a granola bar or something healthy, but before I leave, my mom sneakily takes it out of my bag, and when I get to school, I open my lunch box to find only a water bottle and half an apple!
As if that alone isn’t bad enough, get a load of this. So I usually eat a real lunch when I get home at 3:00. But since I’m “taking in too many calories during the day”, my parents told me to stop eating when I come home! Now, when I come home from school, having eaten only half of an apple and a glass of milk in the past 9 hours, I can only drink 1 glass of milk. I’m banned from eating food when I come home with the exception of dinner. The worst part is that my dad works from home, so he will constantly be at home to make sure that I don’t break that rule; if I do, I will be severely punished.
I hate my parents! I really do! I never used to say that I hated anyone, because hate is a really strong word, but this, along with other stuff that has been going on which I won’t get into, I say it all the time because that’s how strongly I feel! I’ve tried talking to them on countless occasions, but when I argue, I just get shot down. I’ll say it now and I’ll keep saying it for a thousand years to come – I hate my parents! I’m sorry I wasn’t born the model you wanted me to be, but I’m even sorrier to be “blessed” with parents like you two who don’t see me and everything I go through.