I've decided that I'm sick of guilt.
I'm constantly being made to feel guilty, for the way I am, and the things I do/don't do.
It is actually quite horrible, and I hate it.
Example number one is when I bring my own food out with me, for lunch etc. I do this because it's a) cheaper - I'd rather spend money on clothes than fast food; b) healthier; and c) because I'm vegan, many fast food places don't really cater for me, and there is nothing worse than being stuck somewhere, starving but with nothing to eat.
This is just something I do, beginning from when my mum and I used to take our own snacks to the movies because it was cheaper. But it's still annoying when I'm either at a shopping centre, or out with friends, at a fair, or whatever, and I open my bag and get my lunch out and start eating, and they either look at me as though I've grown another head, or they make me feel idiotic for eating what I eat. So I'm eating a salad, whilst you're eating ice cream. So what? Do I not have the ability or right to make my own choices about what I put in my body? You certainly do, so why can't I exercise those rights? Why would you make a comment like "I can't believe anyone would bring their own lunch here", when you know full well that I will? It's insensitive, and quite mean sometimes in the way people do it.
Another example, and this may sound conceited, but I'm not being conceited, is when people comment on the way I look. As of late, people are constantly calling me "skinny", or commenting on my weight loss, and recently I saw a group of people I hadn't seen in two months, and one girl kept saying how much weight I'd lost. She said it in kind of a nice way, but as I was leaving, I heard her say to her friend: "She's like an anorexic." This really gets to me. How people throw these words around, not knowing/caring about the inflection of them. And the way people say things like this to me is like they're trying to make me feel guilty for having lost weight. Seriously, find yourself something else to care about, because I think I care about the way I look enough for the both of us.
If they don't like the way I am, then why are we friends? Aren't friends meant to be there for you, every step of the way, with caring and understanding?
Sorry about this rant. I promise I will actually post some eats later. About five minutes ago I had porridge with cinnamon and brown sugar, but I'm sure you know what that looks like.
I just needed to get this off my chest, sorry.