At a cousin's birthday party, when I was about 5, I asked for a piece of cake with a "flower" on it to get extra frosting. My father told my aunt that I was fat and said, "You should see her belly." I was not fat at the time. My father always tried to drag me down and destroy my self-esteem. He did the same thing to my mom. He was a bast.ard and I'm not ashamed to say that I'm glad he's dead. It's a relief not having to deal with fat shaming from him, of myself, my mom and her family members, and my BHMs. I have high self-esteem despite his best efforts, and I love holding my head high and dressing like a size 16 Carrie Bradshaw and knowing that there's not a damn thING he can do about it.
9 years