My mother was going through my brother's things and found this Dr Who t shirt aged 9-10 I was like "OMG I LOVE DR WHO CAN I HAVE IT?" without thinking. I tried it on and it fits. A little loose, but its a boy's t shirt, so of course it's bigger. It's not even that small.

She goes to me, "see you're skinny, already a size 8 and fitting into children's clothes! If I ever hear you puking dinner up again I won't be happy..." and started trying to make the whole thing sound like a joke, as though I'm some brat who likes to waste food. As though I do this on purpose, for attention. As though I'm shallow and have no real problems. She came back with more of his stuff and started taking the piss, asking me if I'd like to try some more clothes on and that she had in 6 to 7 years somewhere.

I wanted to punch her so much.

I just need you to SHUT UP. You're not helping and you're not funny.

I think she liked it when I was fat when I was the same size in clothes as her and when I complained and she told me I looked fine that she was secretly happy that she wasn't the only one who was a complete and utter mess. I think she liked being able to borrow my clothes.

Well I'm sorry mother, I promise not to throw up my dinner anymore, but I also promise not to eat it in the first place now, you snide bitch.

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