I've never been skinny or slim, I don't remember a moment in my life where I was not trying to change the way I looked.
Mostly because people have been calling me names, things I never thought I was.
Not only at school where there was always this evil little kid who would make fun of the way I looked, of the weight I carried, of the clothes I was wearing, but also at home where it was not even better.
I guess the first people who ever called me fat or names where in my own family.
My Mother, telling me "fat is not attractive" or even better "you will never get married looking like a whale".
Or my brothers, calling me a cow, fatass, and other beautiful nicknames for their little Sister.
Usually I laugh, cry internally but not in public, or I say something back, but still.
It hurts.
