This made me cry

Thanks for sharing. So sad how true it is

Best thing ever

Beautiful words, thank you for sharing.

This is true for all sized girls and all kinds of body wounded mothers (even if the mom weighs 90 pounds).

Yes, that's very true. My mother never had a weight problem. She still is complemented when she goes out. She is beautiful. She is always made up, hair is always in place, clothes are always pressed to perfection. When i was a child I, too, was ALWAYS dressed perfect, hair perfect, clothes ironed,starched,pressed to perfection, no hair out of place EVER. My food was watched like a hawk. Halloween came - we could Trick or Treat down one street. Then the next morning, our candy would be gone. She was NOT going to have a fat child.
I soon became a closet eater. When I went away to college I came home 40 pounds heavier in one year. I didn't know how to handle the freedom. She immediately signed me up for a gym and drove me there every day. I lost the weight. But in the interim she treated me as if I had the plague - she was DISGUSTED! When I was back down to my 115 she could accept me.
I am 51 and nothing has changed. She is still disgusted by my size! I am still criticized. My weight has been an embarrassment to her. She is always telling me how I should be eating . . . Why don't I get more exercise? What is wrong with me? What are my problems?
I have 3 daughters. I am happy to say, my "abuse" stopped with me. All 3 are healthy, and have always had a beautiful relationship with their bodies. They are aware of my problems. I have been very open with them, explaining that I was determined to parent my children to grow up loving themselves no matter what their size. That is so UNIMPORTANT in the large scheme of things as long as they are HEALTHY AND HAPPY!
Unfortunately my little sister ended up bulimic. Of course it wasn't our mother's fault. She refused to go to family therapy. Therapists are quacks in my parents' books. Fortunately, later in life, my sister did get a therapist that specialized in EDs and she is very healthy now, majored in nutrition in college. So I am happy to say, we STOPPED the madness. Yes, I am scarred, yes, it still hurts, it hurts to the very core.
This afternoon she saw me on the computer, and asked me what i was doing. I told her I was chatting with some of the friends I had made on MFP. She rolled her eyes, turned and walked away....but that was ok, because the I stopped the madness!

This is heartbreaking...

Such an amazing letter, and a great inspiration to write something similar to my own mother. My mom wasn't the one who taught me that "fat is ugly;" that was done much better by my grandmother and aunts on my dad's side. My mom made sure I knew I was loved at any size and that has helped me with my journey, so I owe her tons of thanks for giving me the right mindset. Now apparently would be the time to let her know that!

Thanks for sharing!

Pow--right in the feels on a Monday morning.

Wow!

not many things make my cry on here, but this did. This is the message i needed if im fortunate enough to carry this baby to term. Well timed thank you!

This is amazing and perfect and is making me choke up a little. Thank you for sharing it.

I have the following bookmarked (from the National Eating Disorders Association, neda.org). It's a little sanity check that keeps me from tailspinning back into the self-hate.

http://www.nationaleatingdisorders.org/10-steps-positive-body-image