I was always a bit bigger than the other kids. And I knew. My mom hitting me and raging when my clothes didn't fit. When my stomach was too big or just annoying. I couldn't understand. I didn't know how to lose weight. I was only 6. I didn't know that even mattered. But my mother hitting me and comparing me to my cousins and older sister. "WHY CAN'T YOU BE SKINNIER!!", "UGHH I HATE HAVING TO DEAL WITH YOU. YOU'RE SO FAT". Earlier in life my grandma babysat me for a while. The first 5 years of my life nearly everyday. I was a kid I had no control. I didn't even know what overeating was. I ate twice as much as my grandma. That was just because the food was delicious. I didn't know. And unfortunately I was so blessed with a slow metabolism!! My sisters are 10 years older than me. One bigger and one underweight and skinny. Why did my mom hate me. Why did she teach me to hate myself. I know I was bigger but I was a child. I wasn't perfect but I was just a kid. And ever since, obsessed with being thinner. Be thinner, look better. Not a day went by I didn't cry. Whether my mother and dad going on and on about how worthless and fat and horrible I am. But I was just a kid.
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Soft skin bleeds.
Teen FictionTW: May be very intense and is suggestive. Contains: Abuse, heartbreak, drugs, running away, PTSD, anxiety, fainting, cussing, suicidal emotions, blood, SA, betrayal, real life situations. Heidi, a struggling teenage girl tries to find her way in...
