So, it was my friend’s birthday gathering today, and before going I felt really positive, and was looking forward to it. My hair was properly straight for once, I loved the dress I was wearing, I thought I’d lost weight and even though I had a few spots on my chin, I didn’t really care.

One of my friend's meals.

When we got there, things seemed fine – we all paid, after discovering the meal was double what we thought it would be, but it was an all you can eat buffet, so we figured we’d make the most of our money in the long run.

I tried fried seaweed – something that I had never tried before. I don’t usually try new things, but it was seaweed, how could you not want to figure out what that tasted like? To be honest, I didn’t like it. Firstly, it was like a ball of hair or wire on the plate, because it had been grated, or something. This made it very difficult to eat as little bits kept falling through the fork, and it was just a messy affair. When I stated to eat it, it was so weird, I was expecting it to be salty but it was really sweet. Very sickly, in fact. Still, I guess some people like that, no?

I ended up eating two plates of food – chips, chicken balls, popcorn chicken, egg fried rice, chicken fried rice, onion rings and the seaweed. I also had a bowl of icecream and a pint of pineapple juice. Looking back, that meal was so unhealthy that I kind of regret it, but oh well, there’s nothing I can do about it now. I’ll just eat lots of vegetables this/next week to try and even the balance out. xD

Some of the people I went with scraped all their leftovers – including desserts into a bowl, and as it was the leftovers of five/six people the bowl was quite full. And I must say, it was a disgusting concotion. I think the main incredient was primarily ice cream, but there was orange peel, a few chips, some noodles and a poppadom in there as well, among other things. My friends dared each other to eat it – and one of the boys did take a spoonfull. Ew. I could never have done it. One of my friends was even dared to eat the poppadom, which by this time was literally soggy as it had been covered in strawberry sauce and things. She didn’t eat it though, intelligent girl. xD

On the way home I was in a pretty good mood, listening to my favourite music and such. A lot of people had continued on to a local pub, but pubs and rugby clubs and things really aren’t my scene – they make me feel uncomfortable because you can guarantee that there will be some sort of drunken pervert there – so I went home.

It was only when I looked at the photos from the night that I started to get depressed. Yeah, I know, I’m a teenage girl and we usually have severely warped body images, but even if it’s warped, we can’t tell that it’s warped, and so it still sucks to feel. My friends are all really beautiful girls – and they’re all at least two dress sizes smaller than me. Looking at the pictures, I feel like a whale. I know I’m not huge, but I’m bigger than I want to be. It’s the chin that’s the worst; there’s no definition between my chin and my neck. I’ve found that I always prefer pictures of me when I’m wearing a scarf, because it covers it up.

There were other things that made me feel bad about myself in the pictures – lack of eyes, spots, eyeliner – but I won’t go in to details because I know how sick people can get of other people complaining about their looks. I know I get frustrated when my friends call themselves ugly, but that’s because I would absolutely adore looking like they do. I just needed a vent, I’m sorry if I bored you.

It didn’t help that after coming home I watched ‘Fat Families’ on the telly, which stated that six hours of cycling was needed to burn off a chinese meal – and I had just had two platefuls of the stuff. xD

Still, I played with play dough, which was fun. xD I had it for Christmas, which proves what a big kid I am on the inside.

I hope you all have a nice weekend, and I shall try to blog soon – hopefully tomorrow, as I’ve blogged every Saturday this year so far, and that’s a streak I’d like to keep up, even though I’ve blogged far too much this week, really. My life’s really not that interesting.