Diary of teenage angst (wt) pt 2

I spend a lot of time worrying, deliberately or not, about things which are so insignificant. So insignificant that most people don’t give them a second thought. I worry because I think these things make me different or look funny to other people, which they don’t for a fact because most people have the same worries. How silly is that? We all think we’re being judged but we are only being judged by ourselves and our internal voices. You tell that voice to pipe down because in hindsight what it’s saying is not important.

So what do I worry about? By the end of this we’re going to know each other very well so you may as well have all the facts from the beginning. We’re all friends here with no judgement people of all and no gender, group love here.

I have a weird relationship with my boobs. I mean who doesn’t (even if you don’t identify as feminine moobs can still cause stress am I right?) they are too big, too floppy, make me look like I just had twins etc you get the picture. Being a 32e is quite hard on the shoulders if you like running too. This comes from an obsession with my body. We’ll come to this later but I am really not that interesting nor an athlete to justify the amount of focus I put on food and stress on have I exercised. Babe you’re not in the Olympics for a reason (and no it’s not the boobs).

I haven’t been clubbing in ages, although I really really want to go and dance. Also alcohol is not for me and that’s okay. At this minute (Feb) I am accidentally two months sober, four if you’re biassing it off the last time I had more than one drink. I’m not sure if this is down to a) bad experiences of drinking b) not liking a hang over c) ED thoughts or d) not being that bothered about alcohol. Does this make me boring? Am I a normal student?