I feel you. I really do. My family, especially my mom, always served big us big plates growing up. I was a super skinny girl but when I hit puberty, I started getting chunky. My brothers and dad always commented on how I was getting fat, so in HS I developed bad eating habits where I wouldn’t eat at all. My mom would argue, yell, and make my life hell if I didn’t her dinner. Damned if you do/damned if you don’t. I also couldn’t find a way to tell my family how much they hurt my self-esteem when I was just a little girl.

I’m now overweight and they still comment on how fat I am or whatever. I hate visiting them for the holidays for this reason.