So I’m kind of fat. Its just what it is.
I was just getting off of work, closing by myself and thirsty as fuck. The only thing I want is a diet coke.
Not because I’m fat, on a diet, ashamed. Its because I fucking like diet coke.
Wetzels Pretzels offer a pretty steep mall employee discount, which is why I went there. There are two girls in line in front of me, sweet, short wait and the delicious beverage will be mine.
Fifteen minutes go by. These girls look about 16. The two pretzel slinging forever alones are doing everything in their power to keep the jailbait enticed. Suddenly, I sense them about to give up and get me my fucking drink, when I hear “so what are you two guys doing after work?”
I never got that diet coke, even after a superior came by and asked what was going on. They didn’t know I was standing there because I didn’t fall on their attractive female radar. I was humiliated for being acknowledged and then forgotten. I feel like shit about myself, like I’m sub human for being fat, and it doesnt matter that I’m actively dieting and losing weight because I’m not a real human being until I’m 103 lbs. I’ve lost 15lbs in the past month, and I can’t even feel good about it.
And on top of that, I’m bleeding again. You know. From my vagina. Its finals week. I work all day on my birthday, and the entire week after that.
I have a serious case of the first world problems, but god damn I just feel so sad.