Merciful Christ

Wut.

I like to think he was emasculated (good, fucker) because I was two inches taller than him. He’s a fuckface.

Yeah I love that when I lose weight my grandma always makes a comment about how much better I look when I'm thinner. Uuuggghhh..

My dad was like so umm... And poked my stomach once. What a jerk.

Oh man, my mother would only buy me those kind of brands too (she has a debilitating Macy’s addiction, previously Filene’s before they closed up shop). One time she and I were going on a school trip to Italy and she planned my wardrobe down to each half-hour excursion. I was dressed like a middle aged housewife,…

Thanks. Mom’s grown up a lot since then and we have a good relationship, but she’s not allowed to comment on my looks. She’ll tentatively bring up stories like this sometimes and I’m like “Yes, that happened; no, I’m still not ready to laugh about it.”

I was 16 and getting ready for my first Homecoming dance with my girlfriends, which I would be attending with my first (and very new) boyfriend. We had scheduled appointments to get our hair done that afternoon, followed by makeup appointments a little later. Thus, it seemed logical to me that I did not have any…

My mom & I were walking along the main street of my hometown when I was around 15, and she casually turned to me and said, apropos of nothing, “Your sister’s going to be much prettier than you when she gets older.”

“I don’t know what you would have done if we hadn’t adopted you- you wouldn’t make a very good prostitute”. (Adopted as a child from a communist country. It was a true statment, but vulgar coming from a parent. Emancipated shortly there after).

Starred for your reply.

You win for Best Comeback.

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.

As she was putting the turkey on the table for Thanksgiving dinner, “It’s a Butterball, just like Missy.”

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

Ugh. I think I’m out on this one. It makes me sad to read these.

I starred this, but not because I approve of your mom’s behavior.

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.

Yikes.