Cyndaquil Says

After feeling the pressure of finding a job before my work contract needs, I got a hella good one and the people are so nice. It is in a computing department so I understand what each degree entails and how to help the department with IT.  I hopefully will have enough to move out  I can relax which is cool.  My life should begin to take hold and I can become more independent.  My new focus is to afford a home get back into the gym and get healthier. T he feeling of dread and job insecurity has vanished and I can be more carefree.  'Things are finally looking up, oh finally'. 

On a quiet Sunday, I got on a train and some "men"  were verbally abusing me,  they called me a blue-haired fat loser.   I told them "I’m not dealing with that" & moved carriage. It just was so scary, I genuinely thought they would do worse if I hadn’t stuck up for myself. Calling me fat was the catalyst.  They thankfully left the train early but taunted me and banged on the window till the train departed.  I don’t feel happy with my body to begin with. Food is now scary and I don't even want to look at it. I forced myself to eat my dinner. I can't let this ruin my perception of food but sadly, it already has.  I shouldn't get verbally abused for just sitting on a train, these 'men' are the real losers.