Please please please, for the love of God, stop telling me not to go to the gym, and stop telling me I'm no fun on a diet. Because this is really fucking difficult for me. I know you can't possibly understand because you've been a size 6 for your entire life, and you've been athletic and you've been fucking gorgeous, but I haven't, and I'll never be like you, and I have to work really fucking hard to get anywhere.
Just--stop discouraging me. Please.
I'm not going to be the fat one anymore, okay? And I need your help with that, I need your support, so please, just stop. Encourage me, and come with me once in a while or something. Anything. Or, if you can't manage that, then at least say nothing at all.
And another thing; when I say I'm broke, I mean I'm actually fucking cannot-make-my-car-payment-or-withdraw-any-cash broke so please don't make me feel bad about that because I am working on it, and I'm trying really hard.
And don't say you want to come with me to Iceland if you're not going to put any damn effort into saving the money to go. Okay? I'd love to have you with me. But I am going to travel my way, and it's going to be in second class and in hostel dorm rooms. Sorry. Deal with it.