Yesterday I was weighing myself ((I need to chill but I’ve gotten back in the habit of compulsively weighing- which is fine but I’v been weighing every day which is not fine)) and my mom peered over to see what my weight was. She smiled and looked at me.

“Now, be careful. Don’t become anorexic! //laughs//”

Why would she even joke about that? Seriously- she knows I’m in remission from an eating disorder. Why the hell would she say that and laugh?

Later that day I told her how I wore yoga pants for the first time since junior high, because I finally had the self-confidence to do it.

“See? Now you can wear them! You look so good!”

“Mom, I could’ve worn them before, I just didn’t have the confidence to do it.”

“I guess, but now you look good in them! I mean, fat people wear yoga pants and that’s fine, but they just look better on skinny people.”

Please stop, mom.