I'm sick of my Mom giving me dirty looks just because I'm skinny. I'm tired of her asking me to eat, or what I ate, or if I want pie, etc. I'll eat if and when I want to, damnit.
Sorry you're fat. Sorry you don't know how to eat healthy. Sorry I have more control than you. Thanks for the freaking hips and boobs, Mother darling. Thanks for the sweet tooth.
I defy it, though.
So far today I've had one Tim Hortons iced cappucinno.
Can I keep going?
I'm thinking yeah, I can.