My father did such a good job of making me feel like a lumbering, masculine troll monster that I straight up have panic attacks about the idea of wearing makeup and dresses. It looks hilariously wrong on me and draws attention to how ugly I really am.

“If you just lost some weight, I could actually be proud of you” - My grandmother to me, immediately after I graduated with honors from one of the top three universities in the country.

Baby face here too- I feel the same way, and I *know* that my face is more on the cute side of things - round face, apple cheeks, small upturned nose, kind of big eyes. It honestly makes me feel immature, partially because I’ve always been assumed to be younger than I really am. It also annoys me when very beautiful…

On the reverse, my sister used to brag about her breasts were soo much bigger than mine (she’s a C-cup and I’m a B), it used to make me nuts. C cup is not big! She also used to make fun of me for weighing more than her (like 10 or 15 pounds, maybe) nevermind that I am four inches taller than her.

Sisters, man.

My sister was like...MAD that I had bigger boobs than her and commented on me havint “watermelons” constantly to the point where I was just always trying to hide my chest because I thought she was just saying what everyone else must be thinking.

2. My mother was on the phone telling someone how shocking and disgusting it is to go down to the supermarket and have to shop with fat people, and how gross it is to see them shoving food into their faces in public. “All fat people do is eat and eat, its just so immoral.”

This happened when I was in middle school. One day I was wearing a long dress and heels to school because I had an orchestra dress rehearsal later. The heels were low but I only ever wore sneakers so I couldn’t walk in them very well. My mom was driving me to school, with my 3 year old sister along for the ride. On…

Why is it that women like that feel the need to comment? Seriously. When I hit puberty, I got bigger breasts than my sister and she would not shut the fuck up about it. It wasn’t a big difference either. She was a B and I was a C. But she was constantly holding my arms down so she could poke them and she would…

When I was 13 I got my hair lightened. I’ve always been vain about my hair and I decided to get it lightened. I hadn’t seen my father for about a day afterwards. It happened to be his turn to drop my friends and I off at the movies. As we were piling in the car, he stopped me, grabbed me, and yelled at me at the top…

This past summer my mother and I were at the lake with family when the topic of how large my breasts have gotten came up. Okay, weird, whatever. An hour or so and a few beers later my mom drunkenly slurs to me, “you may have bigger boobs, but I have less cellulite.” Thanks, Mom.

I was a distinctly homely kid and once overheard my mother saying she was relieved I wasn’t pretty because I wouldn’t be a target for molesters and perverts.

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.…

Samesies with my sister and I. Only I *did* notice.

I hadnt seen my mom in 6 years (after I bolted out of my state at 18 to be with my then boyfriend) then two years ago went to go see her (said she had health stuff/old grudges to get over) and it was a tearful “OMG MY SWEET PEA IS BACK AFTER SO LONG!” *GRAPPLE HUG* OH MY GOD SHE’S SO CUTE! SO SKINNY! NOT MARRIED!!”…

In the grand scheme of things, this is not nearly as bad as other stories. I have overlapping bottom teeth and my mom hated the idea of me getting braces because of her own fucked up experience with them. Day before I left for college she told me I should have gotten braces. 10 years later she told me she had a hard…

“You’re lucky I’m still here. Your father left, your stepfather left, you have no friends. It’s a good thing you’re smart. Maybe you’ll be rich enough to buy friends someday.”

I’ve been made fun of for how I look most of my life, by classmates and friends and boyfriends, and even now, as a reasonably okay looking adult, I never really believe the sincerity of any compliment given me and have a hard time believing my wonderful partner is truly attracted to me. In short: I’m fucked up.…

I was talking to my mom about possibly breaking up with my long-term boyfriend. I was laying out the pros and cons and how things are stable but not passionate and I think I want more... She cuts me off and says, “Look. You’re pretty enough now, I guess, but you’re no spring chicken. Just lock this one down while you…

I overheard my mother and grandmother (her mom) discussing my weight after I’d had two miscarriages and then successfully (and safely) delivered my son. They both said they were “disgusted” at how fat I had gotten during the pregnancies and “mmm-hmmed” at each other that I would never be any lighter than I was that…

Well my mom isn’t a mean person but she can be very dense. When I was about 12 or 13 she said to me “I was always so afraid that your feelings would be hurt because everyone would stop us in public to say how gorgeous your sister is and only called you cute...” She said it so sadly that I was horrified that cute was…