I am 5’3 and 190lbs I’m definitely not a small girl. Story time! I was about 12 and my Dads side of the family started being mean to me, telling me I needed to start losing weight, telling me I was getting really heavy. Then it started getting worse, calling me fat and ugly, only letting me eat small amounts. Then at about 13 I broke down in front of my mom when she was bringing me to my dads house, I hadn’t told anyone about it, about how my Dad, My grandma (his mom) and my auntie where calling me these names. She stood up for me and got in a huge argument with that side of the family. Then my mom decided to tell me a story about when my mom and dad were still together. My grandma would corner my mom when she was pregnant with me and yell at my mom that she needed to stop eating because she was fat and yelled at her about how if she kept eating she’d have an ugly, fat baby. Well to shorten up

the story I don’t think I ended up too ugly.

(Here is my mom😊😊 she built the same way as me but taller)