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So I have two nieces, age 5 and 21 and some might say I am a bad aunty. Kids are so honest. The 5 year old will be like, “aunty Mira, why are you eating an orange, you already ate so much food. You’re going to get massive” lol lmfao I love that kid but she stays far from me so I don’t see her enough. Recently my life changed and I became a guardian and support system to my useless brothers amazingly gifted perfect daughter. She is a gamer, nerd, does coding, 3D animation and is studying computer science and chemistry but can’t decide on a major. Soon after my 21 year old niece moved in with me, almost two months ago, I was showing her a cool post on Instagram when I accidentally touched my phone with my fat fingers and opened up the thumbnails of my giant hanging sack stuffed to the brim with thousands and thousands of calories. This was one of the most awkward moments of my life and no rock is big enough to hide my shame and embarrassment. I share a kitchen with my niece and her boyfriend in their house that I just rented for them opposite my small cottage. They are both underweight and have bmis of 16 and 17. They haven’t gained anything since they got here - due to their high metabolisms, not due to food shortages - but they recently found my mass gainer so I am super curious to see what’s going to happen over the next few weeks. Weirdly we all have massive appetites so sometimes I don’t want to share certain things like cake and I stuff myself in the mall car park on my own, gleefully smiling at anyone who looks at my savage gluttonous style of eating. A few times my 21 year old niece found the cake boxes in my car when she was fetching something for me while I was busy eating and I didn’t feel like getting up. She doesn’t complain that I don’t share all the cake but she will say, caramel cream, good choice. Far too polite and sweet. Once she asked if the cake packaging was recyclable. I stupidly stupidly told her about curvage and that I was thinking of modelling and she visited the site. Damn. The comments she read out loud to me. F my life. My brain was exploding. “That’s the fattest thing I’ve ever seen” was a comment that stood out for my sweet little niece, all 45kg of her. I felt really confused. I thought about the times I was baby sitting for this cute perfect child. She still seems so innocent but she is the opposite and has more guts and balls then a lot of people which she illustrated when she drove over someone who was shooting at her car one night. It only has one bullet hole. She drove off really fast. I am so proud of her for not dying that night. So now she is no longer using meth or coke and in my care and needs to study and get qualified and get a drivers licence and do adulting stuff like my tax admin. And she needs to gain a bit of weight cos I look like a whale next to her with her bmi of 16 and mine being 36. It’s been strange staying with her for the past two months and I had to figure out couples counselling, leaving work in the middle of the day to fix their relationship in record time when they had a massive fight so I could go back to work and meet my deadline. F my life. I wish I was making this stuff up. I have to document some of this stuff in films cos no one would believe the way it goes and continues… too many overwhelming and over the top stuff going down. Anyway, thanks if you read this far. Sorry for my stoned stream of consciousness lol. Here are a few of the pics that my niece saw on my phone two months back 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈