Excuse the emotionally charged title. But you can get an idea on how full of rage I am in this blog post.

So I spent Christmas in Marikina, in the house on the street where I grew up. Of course, I know a lot of people there, and the first thing they always said when they saw me was... wait for it... Ang taba mo na!

Okay, so the resolution is sucky and my eyes make me look like I'm possessed, but am I really that fat as to solicit fat jokes throughout the entire night?

No, it didn't bother me. I know I gained weight and I'm okay with good-natured teasing, but the thing that pissed me off was my neighbor's unbelievable comment, to wit: Ang taba mo na! Tama na yan ah, wag ka nang magpapakataba! Papangit ka na niyan! Over and over and over and over.
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK.

Not to be a total narcissist or anything, but I find myself beautiful. Not in the conventional pretty kind of way, but in the way that I look at myself in the mirror and I don't focus on my flaws. Sure, I have thoughts that are along the lines of, I'm so fat huhu WTF, but they're not that hard to let go of.

My point is, I feel good about myself (even with a mom who finds something to criticize about me every day). I'm disappointed in the people around me for making me feel bad about myself, but worse, I'm disappointed in myself for allowing them to make me feel that way.

My high self-esteem has its limits. Jesus. I am going on a diet and will exercise like hell, and when I get all sexy like Anne Curtis (LOLOLOLOL), I am going to walk around naked all the fucking time. Fuckers.