My family drives me nuts with their commentary

First off just because it was sixty degrees outside yesterday Allyson said I might overheat with being dressed the way I was. Seriously shut up and sixty degrees is still quite cold thank you so no I wouldn’t overheat. My dad said today and tomorrow is in the sixties. Tomorrow is 65 almost 70 so don’t dress like a winter buffoon. I told him people better get used to the way I dress because I dressed how I was comfortable and warm and there is nothing wrong with how I dressed and he better start keeping his criticisms and rude comments to himself. Also he said if it got to 70 -75 or 80 degrees outside and I was still dressed the same he half heartedly threatened to burn my stuff. He was up my ass for wearing gloves and winter accessories and coats . In the car, he said I needed to moderate my dressing and use common sense. I told him he will stop making comments and mind his own business and better learn to accept how I dress. He was like what the hell am I telling him to do at almost sixty years old. All this just to go the library yesterday evening. My mother came home from work and she had to comment on my weight and compare me to a sumo wrestler and I had meaty hamhock thighs. My face blew up, my breasts got huge, and I put on a lot of weight. She also likes to grab my stomach and grab my thighs and so on. I got so angry I smacked her arms and hands for being obnoxious. Also she has an obsession with tapping butts I told her so many times to knock it off. Man was I pissed off… just because my family takes care of me it doesn’t mean they can say and do whatever they want. They don’t.put Many restrictions on me except I can’t drive and they don’t leave me alone about my damn clothing. I wish my family kept their hands and comments to themselves. They are so annoying sometimes. They say I’m obsessed with clothing and have a fixation. How about they worry about more important things to worry about? I mean they have plenty else to worry about especially with me how I dress shouldn’t even be on their radar. My mom when she is around makes me take off my handwarmers when I eat a meal even though I’m not touching anything with my hands and they are clean. It’s these little things that are so controlling. It drives me nuts. I will not tolerate this bullshit as time goes on. I’m not a saint and I have still yet to achieve adult milestones of independence however my family needs to stop nitpicking. I could go on about these ridiculous happenings but you get my point.