I love my mother. However, I am not convinced I like her and I wish she'd just admit same
My mom loves me. At least, I'd hope so.
I don't think she likes me and I was close to making her admit it once except she doesn't get the point. A good part of how insecure I am can be attributed to the lady and she's very hypocritical
I can't have a conversation with my mom without her mentioning my weight, and how to lose weight or how chubby my cheeks are. I fucking hate it. I feel disgusting when I notice people's features because it feels like I'm judging them which is the last type of person I want to be
My mum would tell me she hates my body and hopes I lose weight. In the same sentence, will say Idk how beautiful I am and I should let strangers take pictures of me by just asking. So that what? They can tell me how disgusting I look too? And it's ALWAYS about weight tp the point that I've thought of remaining chubby just to piss her off but my self confidence of already ruined and that'd only impact it worse. She's been telling me I'm fat af since I was 70kg and now I'm in the 80s. Then she had the audacity to say, I wish you could go back to your OG weight. GIRL, FUCK YOU. GOSH, I WISH I COULD JUST SAY THAT
And I look at old pics of myself and cry because I was lanky af lol. And I remember feeling in that moment that if I coukd just lose some weight, maybe once day I wouldn't hate myself. Meanwhile, I wasn't even an adukt yet. Till date, she still does this shit and now Ik so much about weight loss that it is probably a core part of who I am now.
She'd shame me if I wear tight clothes and point out a million times that I'm adding and need to shed some pounds. I wore baggy jeans and a top to hide my body and she told me I was wearing them too much (only twice at the time) and said I shouldn't wear them anymore. I ask why and she mumbles about it making me look fat. I repeat what she said and she grimaces saying yes, looking relieved like I GET her.
She'd get angry at my time management because I hate rushing and I don't see what we're rushing towards. Our deaths? What is so urgent that y'all cannot calm down and just live? And if I don't do something her, I'm an irresponsible twat. I just hate living with my parents