Grr

So I wrote "Grr" as the title of this blog post quite a while ago because of thus incident where I was discussing my struggle with acne with a bunch of girls from my class. All of them wanted to contribute their two cents. Do you take a multivitamin? You know, it's all about washing your face.

I forget what else they said. But it compelled me to text my mom something like, "these girls are blah blah blah.  Bitches."

(Side note- if all curse words are four letters I'm not quite sure if I should spell it biches but my tablet is saying that's not a word. So I'm guessing not.)

My mom didn't answer.

She didn't answer until I apologized for cursing. She said it had nothing to do with my word choice but I know how she works.

Anyway, it reminds me of my good friend who got stuck in a public restroom at her job with a bunch of strangers who started giving her a ton of advice on how to fix her acne.

Um, helooooo...she's been to doctors and she's tried everything you've said. She's researched drugs and even cut milk out of her diet. It's not like she's this ignorant girl who doesn't wash her face.

Bitches.

It also makes me think of people playing doctor with other health issues. I've struggled with some things and people think they know exactly how to fix me. My favorite is when people think I should just pray more, or maybe they can just pray for me and exercise a demon or something.

Really.  Lies. They know nothing. Just like I know nothing about their lives. God forbid I should ever play doctor for someone else.

Grr.

Hang on: let it be said that these girls I mentioned at the beginning of my post are now some of my best friends at school and I love them dearly.