Fat shaming.

I loved my dad. Isn’t that funny? He kept pushing me away and closing himself off emotionally and I just kept trying to get to know him better and to try to please him. He really was disgusted with me. I became a ‘fat body’. I remember him measuring my waist for new pants and him just being so angry at how fat I had become. It still fucks me up.013

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