I Have An Abusive Mother
Today my mom has been so on my case about everything I'm eating. She's complained many times that I eat too much or I eat unhealthily. I'm vegetarian, so it's often difficult for me to make meals because she doesn't really buy vegetarian-specific things. I eat a lot of veggie burgers and eggs, but that's about it. Today's i had eggs for breakfast - protein, iron, B12. It'a good for me. But she refuses to think of that as good. She keeps saying "You had eggs for breakfast, so you have to have something healthy for lunch!"
I mentioned today going to this fry truck near my school. The lady there owns it, and does everything herself. She doesn't add unnecessary carbs or sugar or salt, she lets you put that on yourself. My mom said I wasn't allowed to go, and fine, she's my mom and she can have a say in that. But then as soon as my dad gets home, she said "-my name- wants to go to the fry truck today. She's turning into more and more of a crapatarian every day." And then when my brother got home, she said "-my name-'a in such a bad mood because she wasn't allowed to go to the fry truck today."
She's called me fat multiple times. She constantly observes what I'm doing or eating, comments, and then makes a stupid remark, like how I'm never going to lose weight at this rate. I'm at a healthy weight for my height, age, and gender. I checked. I have a lot of muscle mass because I play badminton, I horseback ride, and I swim. My brother has way more of a belly, and she's not saying anything to him. She constantly tells me how much exercise he's getting, from soccer 2 hours once a week and 1 hour of aikido once a week, and how he eats so healthily. And then he goes and tells his friends that I'm fat, lazy, and eat badly, and then he mocks me in front of them. My mother is not one to talk - she is obese. That's not me trying to hurt her, that is me literally saying that she does need to lose weight, she is pre-diabetic, and she doesn't do anything about it. She refuses to see the steps I've taken, and I've only just become comfortable in my own skin. But she keeps talking, keeps commenting, and keeps being like this. I haven't had lunch today because she's scolded me for what I tried to make - whole wheat pancakes. If she'd read the nutritional information, she'd know that they have a low fat and calorie content and they provide me with iron and protein. But she won't.
I ran out of veggie burgers because she was gone for a few days, and my dad made nothing but meat for supper. Chicken thighs, chicken strips, chicken nuggets, hot dogs... but she isn't going to go get me new ones, and I've already had eggs today, and she refuses to let me make pancakes or pasta.
I just don't know what she wants from me on this one. No matter what I do, I'm never good enough. I just don't understand how she could comment about my body like that. I'm not fat. All my fat is distributed on my belly because of bad genetics. But I'm not fat. I just wish she'd see what she's doing. Whenever I try to tell her how it makes me feel, she always tells me to get over it.
I mentioned today going to this fry truck near my school. The lady there owns it, and does everything herself. She doesn't add unnecessary carbs or sugar or salt, she lets you put that on yourself. My mom said I wasn't allowed to go, and fine, she's my mom and she can have a say in that. But then as soon as my dad gets home, she said "-my name- wants to go to the fry truck today. She's turning into more and more of a crapatarian every day." And then when my brother got home, she said "-my name-'a in such a bad mood because she wasn't allowed to go to the fry truck today."
She's called me fat multiple times. She constantly observes what I'm doing or eating, comments, and then makes a stupid remark, like how I'm never going to lose weight at this rate. I'm at a healthy weight for my height, age, and gender. I checked. I have a lot of muscle mass because I play badminton, I horseback ride, and I swim. My brother has way more of a belly, and she's not saying anything to him. She constantly tells me how much exercise he's getting, from soccer 2 hours once a week and 1 hour of aikido once a week, and how he eats so healthily. And then he goes and tells his friends that I'm fat, lazy, and eat badly, and then he mocks me in front of them. My mother is not one to talk - she is obese. That's not me trying to hurt her, that is me literally saying that she does need to lose weight, she is pre-diabetic, and she doesn't do anything about it. She refuses to see the steps I've taken, and I've only just become comfortable in my own skin. But she keeps talking, keeps commenting, and keeps being like this. I haven't had lunch today because she's scolded me for what I tried to make - whole wheat pancakes. If she'd read the nutritional information, she'd know that they have a low fat and calorie content and they provide me with iron and protein. But she won't.
I ran out of veggie burgers because she was gone for a few days, and my dad made nothing but meat for supper. Chicken thighs, chicken strips, chicken nuggets, hot dogs... but she isn't going to go get me new ones, and I've already had eggs today, and she refuses to let me make pancakes or pasta.
I just don't know what she wants from me on this one. No matter what I do, I'm never good enough. I just don't understand how she could comment about my body like that. I'm not fat. All my fat is distributed on my belly because of bad genetics. But I'm not fat. I just wish she'd see what she's doing. Whenever I try to tell her how it makes me feel, she always tells me to get over it.
22-25, F
