Mrs Quiggle
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For longer than I can ever remember I've been told I was fat, whether it was my Gran telling me I wasn't fat I was thick, or my Nan telling me it was just puppy fat or my family telling me I shouldn't be eating it cause I was fat, I've always been told I was fat. Looking at photo's of myself as a child and young teen I was actually a perfectly normal size, I suppose if my friends were a size 10 I was a 12 but thats about the worst of it. I think my problem began when I started to think well I'm fat already so I might as well eat it anyway.
My two brothers one older and one younger have always been quite abusive about my size, always got a wise crack about me, comment on everything I put in my mouth, think it's hillarious that my cars registration number is P199 even last month, knowing I was have this op soon my brother insisted that I take the number plate with me when I change my car after Christmas.
A few years ago my brother rose to the pinnacle of his nastiness when he commented all through my Mums birthday lunch at a carvery, (I love veg and had piled my plate with lush veges) and then when I got home said no to a piece of chocolate birthday cake as I'd been diagnosed with diabetes a few months before.
They both rushed to my bedside in hospital when I had a heart attack last year but I could tell that they were doing the, well it was on the cards wasn't it, bit.
I'm just wondering now that I've had my op what they will find to insult about me. There will be something as it's in their nature to do so. It's the only part of Christmas I'm not looking forward to as they will be at Mum and Dads on Boxing day. Anyone want to have a guess at what it might be next. Bubble bath for the winner after Christmas. :8855:
My two brothers one older and one younger have always been quite abusive about my size, always got a wise crack about me, comment on everything I put in my mouth, think it's hillarious that my cars registration number is P199 even last month, knowing I was have this op soon my brother insisted that I take the number plate with me when I change my car after Christmas.
A few years ago my brother rose to the pinnacle of his nastiness when he commented all through my Mums birthday lunch at a carvery, (I love veg and had piled my plate with lush veges) and then when I got home said no to a piece of chocolate birthday cake as I'd been diagnosed with diabetes a few months before.
They both rushed to my bedside in hospital when I had a heart attack last year but I could tell that they were doing the, well it was on the cards wasn't it, bit.
I'm just wondering now that I've had my op what they will find to insult about me. There will be something as it's in their nature to do so. It's the only part of Christmas I'm not looking forward to as they will be at Mum and Dads on Boxing day. Anyone want to have a guess at what it might be next. Bubble bath for the winner after Christmas. :8855: