I'm sure everyone has at one time or another looked in the mirror and just scrutinized every single imperfection they had.

I used to do that a lot before. But, after I started taking care of myself more and just living for my own happiness, I really just never even gave my imperfections a thought. You have to work with what you got, right?

Well, it's kind of hard when someone you used to think of as a friend tells you otherwise. My friend's mother came over the other day to speak with my mom, supposedly (the one I was ranting and raving about when I was sick). Now, she and her daughter were/are(?) on this ridiculous diet that cuts out all this crap (even though I told them that realistically they would fall off of it super quick). Well, she came over specifically to brag about how her and her daughter with losing all this weight and attracting all this attention. I was happy for them. I even gave her a congrats.

Then she said this...

"We definitely look better than you now. Hell, we still have our boobs and butts, you seem to be melting away."

Me: What? *shock*

"I bought some new suits for Kori. They look incredible. You may want to get some yourself. Your outfits are looking a bit out dated."

Me: *look of horror* WHAT!?

"Oh, and I know someone who can fix that hair of yours."

Me: O_O What's wrong with my hair?

"So dry and messy, maybe cause of the bad dye job. I'm sure she can do something with it. You need to start looking better."

Me: *KO*

Granted, I just rolled out of bed, and I'm sure I could have looked a little more put together, but I don't consider myself unattractive. Most days I actually feel pretty and confident. I'm not over weight, and I am definitely capable of putting together a cute outfit. My hair IS awesome. End story. And even though I know all of that...that convo just keeps ringing in my head.

She knows I was incredibly self-conscious in the past. I had such low self-esteem that when people asked me for pics I would come up with an excuse, run, or wait ridiculous amounts of time trying to find/take a decent pic that didn't make me feel ugly. And to hear her just so casually break me down...

I can't believe I let her get to me like this. I'm so much better than that. I just don't understand why she's being so cruel to me.

My mom chased her out of the house, and has banned her from stepping foot here or at least until someone knocks her off her high horse. It's been a few days and it still hurts. I just need to forget about this.