You would think I grew up with a normal family and normal circumstances. You would be partly right.
My side of the story is different than my parents or my sister, as all stories are. My side of the story includes me being belittled about my weight, mean words thrown at me, and just feeling like a complete worthless person.
Don’t think of my family badly please. I love them to death, but it’s part of my story. It happens. My dad only wants me to be healthy, and happy. He meant good when he would tell me not to eat this or eat less of that. Let me tell you, as a teenager who already felt crappy about her weight I felt even worse. Fast forward to today and growth, and my dad and I are more in sync with how to talk about my weight.
Life is rough sometimes. You grow, you learn, and you become more educated. Yeah there are still problems in my family but what family doesn’t have problems. My family isn’t perfect and I’m okay with that. Things that happened in the past are in the past and helped build me to be the person I am today.
Peace and love ✌🏻💕