The movies are shit, by the way. READ THE BOOKS.

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Thank you for writing that. I’ve been in a “discussion” with someone on here who’s calling me a cunt and a troll for explaining my experiences with racism. It’s rather frustrating to constantly hear this.

My (former) best friend would refer to us as the smart one (me) and the pretty one (her). It was half tongue in cheek but always felt pretty shitty for like 8 different reasons.

I’m so sorry. My dad told me that he was ashamed to be seen with me because I was so fat. I was around 10 or 11. I’m nearing 41 and it still stings to this day. I have a civilized relationship with him now, but we are not close. I envy other women who have great relationships with their fathers. A few years ago-at…

Mom and I went to a pool once. I must’ve been about twelve. Afterwards, she said she was so embarrassed being seen in public with me because I was so out of shape that I had “boobs”.

My father always uses his ‘let’s encourage her to do/keep doing this’ voice (the one you use for a toddler during potty-training) when I visit & bother wearing makeup, while shouting “OtterzRul, you look great. Look, everyone doesn’t she look great? She lost some weight!”

“You’d be such a knockout if you’d just lose some weight.” I was 14 and a perfect, physically fit size 14. Which was smaller than today’s size 14. When I look at pictures of me in those days I damn well WAS a knockout.

Dad: “Your thighs wouldn’t rub together if you weren’t so fat.”

Owie. That hurts. My sister who eats chick fil a and in-n-out daily and is inexplicably skinny called me a fat ass cunt. Didn't speak to her for a year. Now I'm civil to keep mom from crying about it every bible study.

My mom told me “You just look so much better when you’re thinner.” the day after I told her I had a major eating disorder.

My mother constantly told me I’d be so pretty if only I’d lose weight. The problem was, I wasn’t fat, just heavier than she thought I should be. I’m 61 and that still cuts me so deep.

JESUS

alcoholism?

My dad used to joke when I had braces that all I needed in addition to those railroad tracks were glasses and then I would never find a husband.

Dad when I was 15: “You could stand to lose a few...” I was around 135 then...and I’m 5’7”.

My mom has some serious snark in her game. She also feels that it’s her motherly obligation to take me to the airport every week (I travel for work) despite the fact that the company would pay for a cab or for me to leave my car at the airport.

My mom is an incredible woman but suffers from alcoholism. Sometimes she is a very mean drunk and during those times she has said the most cruel things about my appearance- seizing on my insecurities I had shared with her and throwing them back in my face. But the worst was when she sarcastically said my rape was hard…

My dad, who is partial to women with teeny tiny frames, used to sort of whack my awkward pubescent shoulders and ask “When did you get such broad shoulders?” As if he thought patting them hard enough would magically shrink them down. I felt ashamed that I apparently had a body no man would like.