blue_cool
12-23-2002, 03:30 AM
I want to lose weight, but with the way my mom treats me I only end up gaining. She keeps telling me now that i'm not overweight anymore, I'm obese. I don't think I am, but she could just be being mean like she is usually when it comes to my weight.
She's always been perfect, so she wants me to be perfect. But when I was in 1st grade and she saw I weighed 88 pounds, she started telling me i'm fat and need to be thin. So i started worrying and it hasn't helped.
Now i'm 14, 5 foot 6 and weigh about 180 pounds. She makes me feel so horrible about it too. Every week she drags me into the bathroom and makes me step on the scale. As soon as it settles on a number she checks it with last weeks, and if it went up she just gets so mad. "176! Last week you weighed 175! How can you gain weight?! You're already fat enough as it is!" And if i try to argue with her she gets more mad. I wish she would be supportive, then it would be easier to lose some weight and make her happy. Sometime she'll put me in front of a mirror and make me take off my shirt so I can see all my stupid fat. She'll poke at it to show me how soft it is and if I complain she'll make me jump up and down so i can see it jiggle. I hate it so much. Why does she have to do that? "Look at that stomach of yours! Should you jiggle like that? No! No one should have such a huge stomach! You eat so much junk and look where it all goes! As more fat into that already fat stomach!" Then she'll turn me to the side and show me how it hangs. It's so awful how I feel when she does this. i wouldn't feel this way if she was supportive. The worst thing ever was when we were at my school and i was talking to one of my friends and she came up to us and was like. "Look, look at her. So thin and cute. And you, so fat. Why don't you look like her and not have a huge blob haning off your stomach?" I was so embarassed. Right now as i sit here i feel so fat. I can feel it and when i lift up my shirt i see the 3 rolls. When i'm standing i don't really have any rolls, well, almost one. My jeans are getting too tight again. I need new ones, bigger ones, but then she'll get mad. The ones i have pop open all the time and i have to button them away from everyone because i have to suck in my stomach so much and squeeze so much to get them to button. I hate this life! I want to lose weight and make her happy but she makes it so hard!
She's always been perfect, so she wants me to be perfect. But when I was in 1st grade and she saw I weighed 88 pounds, she started telling me i'm fat and need to be thin. So i started worrying and it hasn't helped.
Now i'm 14, 5 foot 6 and weigh about 180 pounds. She makes me feel so horrible about it too. Every week she drags me into the bathroom and makes me step on the scale. As soon as it settles on a number she checks it with last weeks, and if it went up she just gets so mad. "176! Last week you weighed 175! How can you gain weight?! You're already fat enough as it is!" And if i try to argue with her she gets more mad. I wish she would be supportive, then it would be easier to lose some weight and make her happy. Sometime she'll put me in front of a mirror and make me take off my shirt so I can see all my stupid fat. She'll poke at it to show me how soft it is and if I complain she'll make me jump up and down so i can see it jiggle. I hate it so much. Why does she have to do that? "Look at that stomach of yours! Should you jiggle like that? No! No one should have such a huge stomach! You eat so much junk and look where it all goes! As more fat into that already fat stomach!" Then she'll turn me to the side and show me how it hangs. It's so awful how I feel when she does this. i wouldn't feel this way if she was supportive. The worst thing ever was when we were at my school and i was talking to one of my friends and she came up to us and was like. "Look, look at her. So thin and cute. And you, so fat. Why don't you look like her and not have a huge blob haning off your stomach?" I was so embarassed. Right now as i sit here i feel so fat. I can feel it and when i lift up my shirt i see the 3 rolls. When i'm standing i don't really have any rolls, well, almost one. My jeans are getting too tight again. I need new ones, bigger ones, but then she'll get mad. The ones i have pop open all the time and i have to button them away from everyone because i have to suck in my stomach so much and squeeze so much to get them to button. I hate this life! I want to lose weight and make her happy but she makes it so hard!

