Mom is the same about the insecurities. I remember I once wore heels to dance class, and they were these 8 inch monster stilettos. She just had to go "you're so skinny I want to cry! those heels look nothing good on you, at all" thanks mom, I never put them on again. Or a year back when I had a few breakouts on my face, she would constantly remind me of it and say "you're picking at your face again" and I'd say "no mom, I'm not" and when I wore makeup, the usual "it's going to get worse if you cover it up" well how else would I possibly feel confident in my skin if you're telling me all this bs. My skin cleared up, my legs got thicker because of constant training, but my insecurities are still there. Now I have this obsession thinking my legs are still too thin and they don't look good. Thaaanks mom.

I'm glad you have this ability to just laugh it off, though if it's a constant thing I'm sure you just get used to it, or grow thicker skin)) I'm sure if you and I just brush these remarks off life will be easier somehow