it's about time:

andrew and my grandma were sitting out by the pool and i came out in my suit ready to jump in.

this is the dialogue:

grandma: oh, it's about time. i see you finally lost some weight.

me: what did you just say?

grandma: well, its just that you are thinner.

me: yes.

really?

why does she have to say that?

my grandma has always said those types of things to me.

one time she bought me protein powder so i could just drink something instead of eat.

one time she said don't you think you should loose some weight?

one time she stuck a vitamin in my hand and said it will help your weight.

i'd like to say it doesn't matter and it almost doesn't.

but then there's the small section of my brain that soaks her words in.

i wish it didn't affect me.

i mean, i am fine with my body.

obviously i'm not a twig... i've got curves.

and i like that.

so dearest grandma of mine, shut the hell up.