It’s Friday night, right. I didn’t think ahead and buy dinner early so that I won’t have to eat in public. I hate eating in public. It feels like someone is always watching me and judging me. I’m not a small person. I come from a big family filled with big people. But because of certain relatives and their need to constantly body shame, my diet changed drastically. If I’m hungry and someone is in the kitchen, I will walk away for a good three hours before even attempting to get food. Once I went a full 48 hrs without food. Let’s just say I was moody. Most days I just skip eating because I can’t handle eating in front of other.
So I’m sitting here on campus eating “late night” because my roommate is going on a date tonight and wants to make sure I eat something. It’s Friday night, at late night, and there are hundreds of students being loud obnoxious and overall just not helpful for a person with anxiety. On top of that, I’m sitting there by myself. If I had someone with me it would be a little better but I legit only have two friends on campus: my roommate and my chem tutor/board game buddy. So yeah, I needed to vent about that before I had a mental break down. As for my roommate-
I love you Dyl, but I hate this.
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