to be completely truthful, i still feel angry at my father for making me drink weight gain milkshakes at the age of 10. he complained to my doctor about me being thin, i was around 60 pounds? but my pediatrician told him i was “just a small girl”, that’s how i was built.
i think it is his fault that i have struggled with my weight. i didn’t need to gain weight. i was just small. i now have a stocky build, and i feel i could have stayed thin if my dad had just laid off and not forced me to drink “milkshakes” of soybean oil and artificial flavoring at the mere age of ten.
seeing this picture, seeing how i was just naturally a small child{i was 4 in this, i think? around three, four years old? polaroids don’t have the timestamp on the back like store-developed film}, it really makes me frustrated with my dad’s choices for my nutrition.
i don’t think i’d hate myself nearly as much if it weren’t for those fucking milkshakes.
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