throughout my mother’s childhood, told her “honey, if only you would just lose a few pounds, you would be such a beautiful girl.”
My mother is the most wonderful, caring, considerate, open, helpful, intelligent, hard working, beautiful person I know. She didn’t deserve to be treated like that.
Throughout my chubby childhood, my grandmother did a similar thing to me, though to a lesser degree. Now that I’m skinny, she tells me she’s afraid I’m sick. Tonight she asked me if I had had my blood tested recently.
No, grandma, I’m strong, healthy, and in control.
It sucks, because she won’t be around for much longer. I want to spend time with her and have memories of her, but I find her so hard to be around. She’s difficult to actually have a conversation with, because I don’t feel like she listens to me, and she makes me feel bad about myself.