my uncle is visiting from fiji. i live with my mum and brother. he arrived last month and has been here for 6 weeks now and is leaving next week.

so, some long context:

ever since he arrived, he's been making comments about my food. he says things like i don't eat enough, that i'm weak, that i shouldn't eat this thing and that thing. him and my mum are fijian indian. i don't really like indian food and i have been cooking for myself since i was like 14. i make kinda basic food like chicken and veges.

i've been shrugging his comments off the last 6 weeks. a few days ago, though, he asked me how much i weigh which i found very inappropriate. i said i didn't know, which i genuinely don't because i don't like to weigh myself.

this morning, i was eating breakfast. the most basic breakfast one can have: toast. i brought it into the dining room, and just like every meal since he has arrived, he asked me what i was eating. i told him toast. he said i should be eating more, that he has seen how "weak" i am since he's arrived - whatever that means. i shrugged it off like i have been doing this whole time.

i normally eat toast with orange juice but every time i drink it he tells me not to drink it, that i should be drinking something else. so to avoid his annoying comments i've stopped drinking it (or i drink it when he isn't around). the bread was kinda dry so when my food was nearly done, i took my plate into the lounge room, got some juice, and quickly ate and drank in there. except he had to come into the room at that exact moment and said once again: "what are you eating???????????" (hello i told you 5 mins ago) and i told him. and he kept going on and on about how i need to eat more.

him and my mum went out shopping today so he can buy some more things for when he leaves next week. gifts and stuff for people. my mum didn't get to have breakfast today and she was planning on eating lunch at the food court. she calls me up to tell me this. that my uncle is insisting that they (she, 'cause she's funding his whole trip) buy his lunch, her lunch, and my lunch that i didnt even ask for and come home and eat it. i can tell how mad she is on the phone 'cause all she wants to do is sit down and eat but he was apparently being a freak about me eating. like he needs me eat or something.

he's been doing this since he came. asking me constantly, and just me, not my brother or my mum, what i'm eating. if i eat noodles, it's not good enough. if i eat a sandwich, it's not good enough. if i eat toast, same thing. it's gotten to the point when i go to down to sit with my food i have to prepare myself for commentary about my food. i am kinda anxious now about eating around him. i don't eat a lot. i get full easy. i'm not even super skinny. he said today that when he first arrived, he said i was kinda chubby, and now i'm smaller. i am tired of the rude comments about my food and body.

so, they come home at like 3.30pm. waaaaay past my lunch time. i eat dinner usually around 6. my mum puts the mcdonalds on the table and he starts talking about how its for me, how i need to eat, how i need to have lunch. he didn't even buy it. my mum did lol, why are you getting like you did me some kinda service??? it's already so late so i tell him he didn't need to do this. that it was not needed. that he kind threw my whole schedule off because now i'm gonna be too full for dinner. told him to please not do it again because i am perfectly fine looking after myself. 3.30/4.00pm is when he eats lunch, and then dinner late. at like 9pm, sometimes 10pm, which is the opposite to my family's schedule.

i was a little snappy and blunt i won't lie. not yelling. not screaming. but firm. i told him to please not buy me lunch again, because i know when i need to eat it and what to eat. all he did was smile at me. like that was it. just smile????? i didn't touch the food and just went to my room. and now i don't even wanna eta around him bc i just know he'll say something else.