My mom is a very superficial person; she was in beauty pageants. Some of my least favorite memories of my adolescence include her poking my stomach, saying I had a gut, or saying “You’d look so much better if you just got rid of that pudge.” I was 13 when this all started. At the same time, my father, who struggled with schizophrenia with religious delusions, was insisting that I was a whore or slut who needed to “cover up.” I was not allowed to wear a tank top in the hot days of summer, so I resorted to chillin’ in my bedroom where I could wear as little as I wanted. I realize now that the problem never really was me… My mom is fixated on appearance and that is sad for her. My father was mentally ill, and that was unfortunate for him. Lucky for me these blatant insults never affected my self-esteem much. They hurt at the time because they were decidedly mean things to have said to you, but I never fully believed them… Mostly because logic told me that if the majority of my friends though I had anorexia because of how tiny I was then I PROBABLY wasn’t fat, and I knew I was far too picky with guys to ever get anywhere near a title of promiscuity. Today I’m extremely cocky and my husband is always telling me how full of myself I sound: I do not give one half of a single shit. I suppose I’m just awesome like that ;) When someone comes for you, take a good look at them and decide if they’re coming from a place of anger or unhappiness… Chances are, it has everything to do with them and nothing to do with you. You do you, you gorgeous thing.