I suppose I find it quite amusing that the first time a person calls me fat to my face in ages, I react by feeling not at all fat.
I have always had problems with my weight, and before if someone had said that I'm sure I wouldn't have eaten for a couple of days and cried a lot.
I mean, sure it stung to hear, but it actually only reaffirmed in me the fact that I am not the same girl I used to be and I actually rather like the way I live.
It's not that I don't think that I am fat - I do - it's more than I am not willing to change my lifestyle so dramatically. Yes I should get more exercise and cut down on the chocolate, but these are things I already knew. I'm actually rather fine with being so frivilous with my food at the moment. If I can afford to, if I am happy in my choices, why should someone make me feel bad for ordering a dessert or eating extravagantly.
I know full well that post university I will be healthier, more concerned as I move into 'proper' adulthood that every calorie will count against my figure. But right now I am young and I am happy and I will have my McFlurry and eat it too!
-A
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