I'm the type of person that reins everything in; the punching bag that takes all the hits; the stuffed toy that listens to every complaint without saying a word. But when I've had enough, everyone should be prepared for my wrath.
So when I said, "I do have a boyfriend," in front of our Sunday family dinner, I asked myself if that was the mere level of wrath I could do? I only embarrassed myself in front of myself.
And it wasn't even true. I definitely do not have one. Announcing it was only spur of the moment.
The amount of times my family and relatives have insulted me because I was overweight and that I was never going to catch someone with my body was enough to make smoke come out of my ears and fill a hot air balloon so much it could fly.
It was time to stand up for myself, and unfortunately, blurting out that I'm with someone was probably not the bravest thing to say.
It was a stupid idea. But as I lay on the roof looking at the stars, I thought about how it would shut everyone up and prove to them that even I, someone with none-to-average looks can also be loved.
And no, my non-existent romantic life isn't the only thing they attack during Sunday dinners, even my studies could not escape their insults.
The time for change is now. I'll show them. Where do I find a guy that isn't disgusted at the thought of pretending to date me? This might be the most challenging thing I'll ever do.