How charmingly catchy! 9_9

I was a pretty chubby tween. Let’s just say that. My dad was banned from shopping with us after the fateful day when I held up a dress and he nonchalantly responded, “Aren’t you a little fat for that?” My eyes welled with tears, my mother spun around with rage screaming my dads name, and he just looked bewildered.…

Go those ladies!!!

I realized she was regurgitating all the awful things her dad said to her. I was not sad when he died.

I think my sister has you all beat.

Holy sh it!

When my 3 sisters and I were teenagers, we had only one bathroom, and it had only a tub - no shower. So on a typical Friday night, one of us would be taking a bath, another washing her hair in the sink, another firing up the ol’ curling iron, and a fourth spackling on some makeup.

2 weeks after I had my 2nd son and actually had already lost most of my weight my mother and I are at Target (I'm holding my infant)and she says (she had 8 children but has never weighed more than 105lbs) “WHEN are you going to lose weight? Why haven’t you started exercising!?” 2 older women (strangers) walked up to…

Ouch. I wanna give you a cookie, because cookies are awesome and you were twelve and FUCK MOM.

My mom has done so many!

Oh God. I’m so sorry you had to hear this. And from your mom no less.

Me, too. The only thing my mom ever said about my looks (god knows she felt free to criticize every-fucking-other-thing in my life), was that I was “attractive, but not pretty”. Looks were not emphasized in my family, grades, jobs, and salaries were.

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”.

I was 12, it was Christmas and we were heading to a holiday party. I was mid-growth spurt, lots of puppy fat, and nothing fit me. I only had two dress-up options, so I picked one - the wrong one, apparently, which was communicated thus:

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…

“You are the fattest person I’ve ever had the misfortune of meeting.” -Mom

I’m so tired of my curly hair not being “nice” or “professional” enough. It’s so ridiculous that curly hair has some kind of weird value attached to it.

.... wow. That’s pretty stunning, actually. I definitely remember having to argue with some Democrats who were certain Bush was going to refuse to step down, or declare martial law. Amazing to see how much it really was just a situation of Obama just slotting neatly into the tyrant zeitgeist for a different set of…