Stories of childhood obesity, a ham mother, and real anorexia [RANT] Hey my beautiful shitpeople. Figured I'd share my story to give an example of just how damaging childhood obesity can be, and why fat fucks should never be allowed to have children. I wasn't always a hamchild. Up until around age 8 or 9, I was pretty normal. However, that was when my Dad left my Mom. She began to balloon up, and of course, that meant the house was full of beetus. I began to follow in her footsteps, and though I don't remember my exact weight, I do remember being too big to fit in Target's child sizes. By the time I was 14, I weighed 230. That put me at a bmi of 34. Morbidly obese. I was addicted to food, and my nearing-300 lbs mother was happy to oblige. My Dad was consistently trying to encourage me to lose weight, but my ham mothet acted like he was going to damage my body image forever.  However, nothing was more damaging than school as a blob. I was a fucking size 16. Nobody liked me, and for good reason. Who wants to be friends with the fat girl? No matter how many times I tried to tell my ham mother this, I got the same answers. "You're beautiful." You fucking retard. I was being suffocated by my own goddamn lard. Fuck you. Around halfway into my first year of highschool, I began to research weight loss. I was sick of being a whale. I started eating 1,700 cals a day, and the pounds started to drop off. Then another website told me I should be eating 1,500 calories a day. Of course, this made me lose even faster. To anyone with common sense, this was logical. But to me, it was a goddamn miracle. There was a possibility that I could be thin! 1,500 cals turned to 1,200, 1,200 to 1,000. I started seeing just how low I could go. At this point, I had lost 65 pounds in 8 months. My ham mother began to complain. She would compliment me on my weightloss, then yell at me for my "anorexia" that same day. The thing was, I actually was falling into anorexia. I began eating 300-500 cals in a day, and fasting. However, the only person that noticed was my ham mother. At the time, I was convinced I was normal and her idea of food was so fucked up that she had no idea what she was talking about. I also dealt with the body dysmorphia. Not only was I a 15-year-old with loose skin and stretch marks, but all I could see was fat and rolls. When my ham mother would compliment me, all I could think was, "Well if she thinks I'm beautiful I must be fucking huge." I ended up losing 120 lbs, which put me at a bmi of 19. I moved in with my Dad, who cooked healthy enough meals to help me mostly recover. Basically:  Ham mother + childhood obesity = a fucked up 19-year/old with faded stretch marks and a hatred for her ham mother Fuck you, mom. Thanks for ruining my childhood with your gluttony.