Fucked up
Make fun of me all you want
I don’t care if you have a problem with how I eat. No, I can’t eat the way you do, nor do I want to. You get mad at me because you want to shove a Big Mac and fries in your face and when you ask if I want some, I decline. I don’t tell you what you should or should not eat, so don’t do it to me. I’ve changed my eating habits, regardless if they aren’t healthy. I despise how you talk to me and how you treat me. Best sister ever.
