"Did somebody break your heart?"
TRIGGER WARNING BTW
Yes my family, allowing me to grow up being ashamed of my body, allowing me to be borderline depressed with anxiety but be undiagnosed because I was just 'seeking attention' allowing me to know how to hide cuts, allowing me to find other ways to self harm that weren't as noticeable so I wouldn't get yelled at for being 'stupid' for allowing me to grow up with an unsteady father figure, for allowing me to grow up with a father who talks trash about my siblings. So yes somebody did break my heart. My own flesh and blood.