Skinny moms

My both friends are very active, eating healthy, no sugar. One is skinny, the second one is curvy a bit but I would say normal body. Not skinny but not fat. I am none of these and I feel bad when I am with them. It makes me feel as if I was worse / less valuable. I don't know how to define it but it does make me feel shitty in compare with them. Should I just be looking for some fat friends? Because when I watched YouTube about how to be confident as fat person, the creator recommended to also have fat friend. And I think there is something about it. It really makes me feel more inadequate when I am with skinny friend. :/ Is is good to be friends with someone who is like opposite of you? I am not that active and I don't wanna stop eating sugar. But it kind of irritates me how "too healthy" they are. Like I think it is too much, they exaggerating just to be skinny and healthy. Idk but I always feel like these people do that to be superior to others. No one would stop eating sugar just like that only for health related reason. They just want to be thin and I find it irritating because it is not what they want but mostly it is because of the society pressure. (How only thin / skinny women are pretty). Or can you at least say if you experienced this? I once had another healthy friend but I feel like my unhealthiness annoyed her. Or in past I had another friend who were a bit thick but then got skinny and idk. It doesn't feel good. She got drastically skinny after one day her mom complimented me about my weight loss. And now even that normal body friend (curvy) will be getting more skinny. It only makes me feel awful. I would really like to have some overweight friend, someone who just eat what they want and so on. I can't help myself but feel like these friends aren't doing it primary for themselves, but to get admiration from other people. And to be superior to others. Were you even in friendship like this? Or saw something similar? Can it work long term between skinny and fat friend?

I recently rescued a mama cat with 7 kittens, they’re 3 weeks old now. She stopped making enough milk for her babies a few days ago. She’s super shy and stays in a hidey bed when i’m in the room so i didn’t realize how skinny she is. I’m bottle feeding them throughout the day, but i’m having two issues.

1. the babies no matter what I do won’t latch to the nipple (even with syringe feeding) or eat much formula. I’ve watched tons of videos on this, so idk what to do and don’t want to harm the kittens. They’re still gaining weight daily with bottle feeding, but it’s not what they should be gaining. They’re about 50 grams underweight according to Kitten Lady’s chart.
2. mom isn’t gaining any weight and she isn’t eating as much as she was eating last week.

tips and advice would be amazing!

Neighbor boys down the road have a pit mix. I have 7 and 2 yr old boys. They all play together. Neighbors own a pit mix, male, that is not chill. Never acted aggressive towards us but I've seen him give my 2 yr the side eye. Always barks aggressively from the back yard. He's gotten out of their house a few times when we were all playing outside and I would immediately scoop up the baby and got my oldest behind me until they got him back in.
The oldest neighbor boy, 10 yrs old and skinny, 65 lbs max, came out with him on the leash. I just had to address the issue.
I told him I don't trust his dog and he can't have him out around my family. I expected the mom was just ignorant about the pit in him, but immediately started saying stuff about poodles biting people too and all that. Asked if I'm just acting cautious because he was a pit, I said 100% and gave her the whole shpeel about how dangerous they were and showed her all the graphic videos of dog that looked just like hers turning on kids.
She went silent and keeps the dog locked away now every time we are playing outside.
I hope she gets rid of it

I have no interest in almost anything anymore and anything i find interest in just goes away in a month or less. I can’t escape my past, I was and still am a dumb teenage stoner making bad decisions. My mom i’m pretty sure hates me , she calls me skinny just about every day and accuses me of not eating when she was the reason i stopped eating in the first place. I’ve now cut contact with her ; i only live with my dad so it wasn’t very hard but i’ll miss her and i’m scared she hates me.
I’m seriously considering suicide at this point, I feel unloved and it’s just extremely hard to keep going when i’m constantly reminded that i’m a stupid asshole.

Well, I didn’t think things would come this far or have to be like this. I want to start off by saying that I am not perfect, I do make plenty of mistakes and i will continue to make mistakes. I’m writing this because a coworker of mine decided to make a post about me and completely lied.
I work for Jo-Ann fabrics and I love it, I love the atmosphere and I love the people- the customers and coworkers. Well, except one. For privacy I will call her Regina because she acts like work is the mean girls movie. I started working for this company October of 2023, I was hired in as the full time key holder. I do have a four year old that goes to school and due to kids having germs my daughter was sick a lot so I did have to call in, I don’t have much help babysitter wise so I HAD to stay home to take care of her. I didn’t call in every other day it was like twice every so often. Regina didn’t like that and resented me for choosing to take care of my daughter rather than work, so she told our boss that she should have the position because she doesn’t have a kid and would be available more. Our boss talked to me so I sacrificed the position so she could have it, now I’m not mad, upset or jealous that I don’t have the full time position it’s just hard to make a living working part time hours only making 10.55 an hour. If I knew what was to come I would have NEVER sacrificed the full time position. I do have a steady babysitter now so I’m working as much as I can so I can provide for my daughters need, kids are expensive and my daughters birthday is coming up so I asked for extra hours.
Days after Regina and I switched positions she started to act like she was made out of gold, like a golden child would. She would ALWAYS rub it in my face that she now was the full time key holder and always bragged how much more an hour she makes. She would ask all of our coworkers what their pay was and then would tell them how much she makes. I don’t care how much she makes, though higher pay would make my living situation easier. I grew up poor so I already adapted to a life of poverty and I’m honestly okay with it, sometimes it’s harder than other times but I make it work with what I have. Money to me is just paper, I can’t take it to the grave with me. Regina stoped me in the back room and said “I hope your not mad” I asked “why would I be mad” Regina replied with “because I make way more money than you” I smiled “well, I honestly don’t care. I couldn’t care less about money” Regina’s face got sour and cold because she knew she wasn’t getting under my skin. She replied with “oh, I thought you were”. I chuckled and said “no” and continued what I was doing.
Some time goes where nothing was happening but I could feel that something was brewing. It was the calm before the storm is what I’d call it. Now around this time I was going through a break up and was not feeling the best in my own skin and Regina knew this and used it as her ammunition. She started to call me her fat friend and then gave me hugs, I felt awkward because I do not like to be touched due to some very tramatic events . I’m bigger, I’m not skinny but I’m also not severely obese. Regina started to poke me and grab my fat and jiggle it. The first time she did, it was in front of two other female coworkers. They weren’t nice either, I’ll call them Gretchen and Karen, they were all in on this. When Regina grabbed my fat and giggled it Gretchen and Karen watched and laughed. I asked Regina “what are you doing” she responded with “I just wanted to feel how squishy it is”. Me being a non confrontational person I say “oh, don’t do that” still being nice and smiling, though I felt what was left of my self esteem completely shatter. I brushed it off and walked up to where all three of the mean girls were to ask a question about work since I was the only one doing something. Before I could even ask the question Gretchen goes behind me, makes a fist and lightly punched my back fat making it jiggle. All the girls laugh, I could feel my face getting hot and tears forming in my eyes as my heart sank to my stomach. I went to the bathroom for a moment to gather myself. This would go one for weeks, and every time it happened I would ask her to stop or to leave me be, each time she disregarded what I asked. During this time she would tell every coworker that I was a bad worker, I didn’t do what I was supposed to and if I did I would do a horrible job. There are so many other things she has said to others one that hurt the most was her saying it was annoying that I talk about my daughter so much. Now this whole time I thought we were friends, I’m a very forgiving person and I’m super nice even to people who don’t deserve it so when I heard about everything she was saying I was hurt I was so confused because she even asked to be my daughters god mother though she was never in my daughters life. I know friends don’t treat friends like that but I was just happy I could call someone a friend after years of having no one due to becoming a mom and losing myself in motherhood. I call my kindness and willingness to forgive a blessing and a curse because it truly is.
After finding out about everything she was saying, the drama and the physical touching which is actually bulling and harassment I finally went to my boss. It took me almost two months to tell her what was going on and how I felt. I hated every second explaining the torment to her, my boss is a lovey person and is super sweet. I couldn’t imagine how she felt hearing all of this, I truly felt like I was going to puke. I was so uncomfortable I couldn’t bear to work any longer without the help of my boss. My boss did talk to Regina and she said that she seems like she will be better and will stop the nonsense. A day after she was talked to Regina poked my back fat and laughed, she was shocked at how I responded. This time I wasn’t nice I turned to her and pretty much yelled “don’t touch me” she immediately apologized. I was surprised with how I responded as well, I actually stood up for myself and it felt nice. I did tell my boss she touched me again so Regina was talked to again and was extremely pissed. She started acting really passive aggressive, avoiding me and slamming things and being rude to everyone even customers. Me, being the nice person I am I decided that I would forgive her. Dumb of me, I know. I wrote her a four or five page letter explaining how everything made me feel , how bad of a friend she was and that I would teach her how to be a good friend. I even bought her a candle and some other stuff along with the letter I went as far as going over to her house to help her clean. She cried a lot when she read the letter and cried to me saying how bad of a friend she was, I hugged her back and said that it was okay and I forgive her. After that is was okay for a while until I witnessed her take drinks without paying for them and told my boss. After this, it was like a war.
I have never gotten in trouble with anyone, anywhere with anything, I guess I’m a goodie-two-shoes. Though I do have anger problems I have found ways to cope and deal with my anger, I’ve been working really hard to not get angry at Regina even though she deserves to hear what the mama bear side of me wants to say. I want to be gentle, I want to be nice and forgiving, I don’t want to be angry. But I knew I had to set some sturdy boundaries in order to keep my sanity. These past few weeks have been hell, in summary I caught her talking bad about me to my boss, she was lying about me, blaming me and others for things we didn’t do. With one situation in particular she turned the tables , when hearing this my adrenaline started to course through my veins, I stared to shake so bad. I went up to her and told her that was not how the story went. She got so scared seeing me so mad and shaking. She apologized to our boss for lying but not to me, my other coworker helped me calm down and thank god she did because I was going to quit right there and then. To summarize other things she has done I will just list them -tried to frame another coworker for theft to the point the coworker cried to our boss -tried to take credit for the work I did -talks bad about other managers and workers in other stores -gave out the phone numbers and emails of our hr and of our boss’s boss -made me work off the clock to train new people because she didn’t want to train them -purposely trained me wrong and is hesitant with teaching me new things to the point my boss has to and when I learn she gets mad and jealous because she’s threatened by my work ethic -yelled at me in front of a customer to the point the customer came back to complain about Regina to our boss and another coworker
And so many more but, the most recent is her blaming me for not locking the doors at close when it was her that didn’t do it correctly, the alarm company called my boss at night and the cops came to our Joanns and everything. I have several eye witnesses watch her do it. I told my boss to watch the cameras because I have nothing to lie about and Regina still is trying to blame me. This is where I draw the line, I will not forgive her so easily this time. Forgiveness without changed behavior is just manipulation. I am not the only one who has complained about her, many of our coworker have switched their availability to when I work or when my boss works because they don’t want to deal with Regina. Tension is very high and I’m afraid of what is to come.

Well, I didn’t think things would come this far or have to be like this. I want to start off by saying that I am not perfect, I do make plenty of mistakes and i will continue to make mistakes. I’m writing this because a coworker of mine decided to make a post about me and completely lied.
I work for Jo-Ann fabrics and I love it, I love the atmosphere and I love the people- the customers and coworkers. Well, except one. For privacy I will call her Regina because she acts like work is the mean girls movie. I started working for this company October of 2023, I was hired in as the full time key holder. I do have a four year old that goes to school and due to kids having germs my daughter was sick a lot so I did have to call in, I don’t have much help babysitter wise so I HAD to stay home to take care of her. I didn’t call in every other day it was like twice every so often. Regina didn’t like that and resented me for choosing to take care of my daughter rather than work, so she told our boss that she should have the position because she doesn’t have a kid and would be available more. Our boss talked to me so I sacrificed the position so she could have it, now I’m not mad, upset or jealous that I don’t have the full time position it’s just hard to make a living working part time hours only making 10.55 an hour. If I knew what was to come I would have NEVER sacrificed the full time position. I do have a steady babysitter now so I’m working as much as I can so I can provide for my daughters need, kids are expensive and my daughters birthday is coming up so I asked for extra hours.
Days after Regina and I switched positions she started to act like she was made out of gold, like a golden child would. She would ALWAYS rub it in my face that she now was the full time key holder and always bragged how much more an hour she makes. She would ask all of our coworkers what their pay was and then would tell them how much she makes. I don’t care how much she makes, though higher pay would make my living situation easier. I grew up poor so I already adapted to a life of poverty and I’m honestly okay with it, sometimes it’s harder than other times but I make it work with what I have. Money to me is just paper, I can’t take it to the grave with me. Regina stoped me in the back room and said “I hope your not mad” I asked “why would I be mad” Regina replied with “because I make way more money than you” I smiled “well, I honestly don’t care. I couldn’t care less about money” Regina’s face got sour and cold because she knew she wasn’t getting under my skin. She replied with “oh, I thought you were”. I chuckled and said “no” and continued what I was doing.
Some time goes where nothing was happening but I could feel that something was brewing. It was the calm before the storm is what I’d call it. Now around this time I was going through a break up and was not feeling the best in my own skin and Regina knew this and used it as her ammunition. She started to call me her fat friend and then gave me hugs, I felt awkward because I do not like to be touched due to some very tramatic events . I’m bigger, I’m not skinny but I’m also not severely obese. Regina started to poke me and grab my fat and jiggle it. The first time she did, it was in front of two other female coworkers. They weren’t nice either, I’ll call them Gretchen and Karen, they were all in on this. When Regina grabbed my fat and giggled it Gretchen and Karen watched and laughed. I asked Regina “what are you doing” she responded with “I just wanted to feel how squishy it is”. Me being a non confrontational person I say “oh, don’t do that” still being nice and smiling, though I felt what was left of my self esteem completely shatter. I brushed it off and walked up to where all three of the mean girls were to ask a question about work since I was the only one doing something. Before I could even ask the question Gretchen goes behind me, makes a fist and lightly punched my back fat making it jiggle. All the girls laugh, I could feel my face getting hot and tears forming in my eyes as my heart sank to my stomach. I went to the bathroom for a moment to gather myself. This would go one for weeks, and every time it happened I would ask her to stop or to leave me be, each time she disregarded what I asked. During this time she would tell every coworker that I was a bad worker, I didn’t do what I was supposed to and if I did I would do a horrible job. There are so many other things she has said to others one that hurt the most was her saying it was annoying that I talk about my daughter so much. Now this whole time I thought we were friends, I’m a very forgiving person and I’m super nice even to people who don’t deserve it so when I heard about everything she was saying I was hurt I was so confused because she even asked to be my daughters god mother though she was never in my daughters life. I know friends don’t treat friends like that but I was just happy I could call someone a friend after years of having no one due to becoming a mom and losing myself in motherhood. I call my kindness and willingness to forgive a blessing and a curse because it truly is.
After finding out about everything she was saying, the drama and the physical touching which is actually bulling and harassment I finally went to my boss. It took me almost two months to tell her what was going on and how I felt. I hated every second explaining the torment to her, my boss is a lovey person and is super sweet. I couldn’t imagine how she felt hearing all of this, I truly felt like I was going to puke. I was so uncomfortable I couldn’t bear to work any longer without the help of my boss. My boss did talk to Regina and she said that she seems like she will be better and will stop the nonsense. A day after she was talked to Regina poked my back fat and laughed, she was shocked at how I responded. This time I wasn’t nice I turned to her and pretty much yelled “don’t touch me” she immediately apologized. I was surprised with how I responded as well, I actually stood up for myself and it felt nice. I did tell my boss she touched me again so Regina was talked to again and was extremely pissed. She started acting really passive aggressive, avoiding me and slamming things and being rude to everyone even customers. Me, being the nice person I am I decided that I would forgive her. Dumb of me, I know. I wrote her a four or five page letter explaining how everything made me feel , how bad of a friend she was and that I would teach her how to be a good friend. I even bought her a candle and some other stuff along with the letter I went as far as going over to her house to help her clean. She cried a lot when she read the letter and cried to me saying how bad of a friend she was, I hugged her back and said that it was okay and I forgive her. After that is was okay for a while until I witnessed her take drinks without paying for them and told my boss. After this, it was like a war.
I have never gotten in trouble with anyone, anywhere with anything, I guess I’m a goodie-two-shoes. Though I do have anger problems I have found ways to cope and deal with my anger, I’ve been working really hard to not get angry at Regina even though she deserves to hear what the mama bear side of me wants to say. I want to be gentle, I want to be nice and forgiving, I don’t want to be angry. But I knew I had to set some sturdy boundaries in order to keep my sanity. These past few weeks have been hell, in summary I caught her talking bad about me to my boss, she was lying about me, blaming me and others for things we didn’t do. With one situation in particular she turned the tables , when hearing this my adrenaline started to course through my veins, I stared to shake so bad. I went up to her and told her that was not how the story went. She got so scared seeing me so mad and shaking. She apologized to our boss for lying but not to me, my other coworker helped me calm down and thank god she did because I was going to quit right there and then. To summarize other things she has done I will just list them -tried to frame another coworker for theft to the point the coworker cried to our boss -tried to take credit for the work I did -talks bad about other managers and workers in other stores -gave out the phone numbers and emails of our hr and of our boss’s boss -made me work off the clock to train new people because she didn’t want to train them -purposely trained me wrong and is hesitant with teaching me new things to the point my boss has to and when I learn she gets mad and jealous because she’s threatened by my work ethic -yelled at me in front of a customer to the point the customer came back to complain about Regina to our boss and another coworker
And so many more but, the most recent is her blaming me for not locking the doors at close when it was her that didn’t do it correctly, the alarm company called my boss at night and the cops came to our Joanns and everything. I have several eye witnesses watch her do it. I told my boss to watch the cameras because I have nothing to lie about and Regina still is trying to blame me. This is where I draw the line, I will not forgive her so easily this time. Forgiveness without changed behavior is just manipulation. I am not the only one who has complained about her, many of our coworker have switched their availability to when I work or when my boss works because they don’t want to deal with Regina. Tension is very high and I’m afraid of what is to come.

im 18 (f) and my mom 52. I am pretty active person being consistent with working out, eating well, and maintaining my body. im not like super skinny or anything, just average. my mom has always made comments about my body saying that if she looked like me she would walk around naked, etc. this never really offended me or made me uncomfortable, however it is just difficult because she makes me feel bad for being skinnier. today, she was upset and I asked why, she said she is super disappointed in herself because she stepped on the scale and was unhappy with her weight. she called herself fat. and with this, she will starve herself and not eat as much as she should hoping to 'change' I have had eating issues in the past, so hearing these comments and watching her eat less can be triggering sometimes. I dont know like how to support her because she has made it clear she is jealous of me and the way I look, and as her kid it makes me feel guilty, but im just not sure what to do.

I dont know why anymore,?? something ive noticed is that I constantly feel hopeless and just just a lot of self resentment . it stems from the people I surround myself with and like.
I know who to leave, but like i genuinely cant?? like it’s probably attachment issues but ugh. one of my friends I hang out with in my day to day school lige, has a bit of an ego, and doesn’t understand how some of the things she tells me or does genuinely hurts me or other people ??? I knew her since I was 7, were 15 now, she’s been like passive aggressive towards me or like subtly bullying me since. I feel like bully is a strong word but she’ll make about me in. away that feels jokey but like she means it lmfao😭?? for example, she’ll call me dumb as a joke, but then like belittle me for my grades ??? which I don’t reallycare, but it’s the fact that she goes to ME for math, science, and english . she also treats me like a biohazard?? like she won’t let me write on her paper because I’m, ‘Dirty’ ,which i know she’s teasing but she does it. like a lot. I dont know I have trouble leaving her for a multitude of reasons, The first one being is that we have like all the same friends, and I feel like. my friends perfer her over me??? because they have a lot more in common with her than with me, and like I don’t really see myself as someone likable so I dont know it’s confusing?? I can’t leave them because I still care, and love them but I just feel like I don’t belong anywhere ??? also honestly being alone sucks a lot l??? . She also like portrays herself as a good person to others?? do even if my friends did like me, I doubt they’d believe me. Theres been times where she pointed at my self harm scars and called them disgusting and like gross. but I dont know I feel like she was just teasing and I’m over reacting???
I really do resent myself because like I geniunelu don’t think I’m good at anything; like I’m funny, (at least that’s what others say) but it doesn’t even feel like it anymore because nobody takes anything I say seriously anymore? I told one of my friends I was clinically depressed and she was like “like YOUD know anything about depression” and laughed it off ??? IM DIAGNOSED 😭 . it honestly feels like my friends are laughing AT me and never with me??? I also like feel ugly a lot lol; this has been a problem since I was 11 ish and I dont know what started it,? i always felt fat and I know I’m not but I just . I dont know??? like I’m 4”11 ish and 103 pounds which I know is like good; but all of my friends are thinner and prettier than me, and like I kinda just feel worse compared to them??? like I have an eating disorder and i’ve been to the hospital because of it , but my mom doesn’t believe me because I’m not skinny enough to have one??? and like they’re just naturally skinny and pretty?? I also don’t llll do make up or skin care; because my skin is like clear and I kinda hate my face and I don’t wanna fuck up how I feel about myself further with make up ahha. I also just sound. bad?? like my voice doesn’t have a clear accent because I learnt bangla and english at the same time and I just. sound. stupid lol and multiple people have made fun of me for my voice
Recently ish, 1 month ago during ramadan, my dad left the country for 1 month and a half without any type of notice and like blocked my number and moms number. This scared mr, I thought he was abandoning us . and I felt like it was deserved because I wasn’t good enough for him??? like I feel like I failed him by being tomboyish, having average grades, not being close with him, not being religious and just being a fucking loser??? I cried for weeks about this lmfao and it further instilled my self hatred
like I dont know people say teen years are the best years but like??? dude I am willingly dragging myself through shards of glsss and bleeding out on them. I am causing my own downfall knowing I can probably change . there’s other things i want to write about too but I’m tired rn ughdhdkhxhd

On my sister’s 21st birthday. She came up to me (F/17) and tried to give me a hug. I declined and my mother yelled at me calling me a bitch and trying to force me to hug her.
I am not close to my sister at all. When we were younger she molested me several times and I didn’t realize what was going on out until I was 14 and she was 18. I didn’t tell anyone until my mother called me a bitch in front of everyone. I pulled her aside into her bedroom and explained that my sister did some very messed up things to me and I don’t like being touched by her. My mother apologized and told me she understands. Nothing really happened after that. In my every day life I was cleaning up after my sisters huge messes, cooking food for everyone, and basically just doing everything. All while most of the food I made got throw away by my sister but If I got upset or didn’t make her food I’d still be the bad guy.
Eventually I brought it up to my dad. I honestly thought that he would be my protector but boy was I wrong… he denied that I was molested and said that what she did wasn’t even molest and that there was nothing he could do. He took no action and said nothing to defend me. I even told him that she did gross stuff to herself whenever she shared a bed with anyone. He spit in my face by saying “oh well at least she never shared a bed with me” and laughed it off. He didn’t care at all about me.
I don’t recall what led up to this but I confronted my mom eventually and told her over text the reason the dogs pee on the couch is to cover the scent of my abusive sister because she pisses and poops herself on furniture while wearing diapers. (She openly admitted this to everyone btw and threw away a poopy pissy diaper and also she makes the couch smell horrible) my mom came in screaming at me. I grabbed her by her shirt when she tried to block me from leaving the room and told screamed at her that that stupid bitch molested me. (Which she also denied it being molest when I explained what she did but it was DEFINITELY molest it just wasn’t rape… and apparently it needs to be rape for it to be serious)
My mother then told me if I don’t feel safe here then I can go live with my grandma. I said okay and left a few days later. My mom then talked about me behind my back telling my brother that I’m ungrateful and that I’m selfish for leaving and trying to get attention. I was only there for a few days and returned “home” I came back because I missed my cat and dogs and I knew my cat wouldn’t be getting enough socializing as I’m her mom. I’m still seen as a villian. And to top it off my sister had a friend over who was a total crackhead and I had my mom tell her to go home. She did. The next day the crazy bitch came running towards me aggressively in the road because she thought I was alone. I wasn’t my brother and my friend were behind me and when she saw them she left. My sisters explaination made it more clear she intended to hurt me. I am 5’2 and weigh 95 lbs. I’m extremely skinny and I have long hair. My sister is 5’ and weighs 250 lbs she has short hair. She claims her friend thought I was her.. I was wearing a tank top at the time to top it off...
When she got home I confronted her about this and that was her explanation. So I snapped. I screamed at her calling her a fat fucking pig. She freaked out screaming at me and left. Eventually she came back ready to punch me. My friend who is 6’3 was standing behind me when she put her fist up and she froze realizing shed probably get killed.
..tbh things are much worse now for different reasons but I’m scared to share more yet. I turn 18 on June 12th I might update then or when I move out idk. Maybe even before it depends.

My mom asked that I help my sister with her HW. Something about her is that she enjoys getting me into trouble. I was helping her with her math HW and she would have me repeat the same thing over again with the excuse that she didn’t understand it. You mean to tell me, you are in middle school and don’t understand a simple multiplication table. I got annoyed and I ended up yelling at her. She started crying and my mom had finished her meeting and came into our room. My sister told her that I had yelled at her for no reason. I immediately went to intervene but my mom told me to be quiet and for my sister to go downstairs. My mom started by asking me why I, without reason, was so mean to my sister. I tried explaining to her that I don’t want to be mean, but that my sister provokes me. My mom immediately went to defend my sister saying that she didn’t do anything wrong. I had never even thought of yelling at my mom, never once, not even with constant humiliations I had suffered and with how much pain she had caused me, but my mom defending my sister once more without even listening to me made me mad. I yelled at her, asking why she preferred my sister over me? Why wasn't I good enough for her? I remember being at the verge of tears and my mom slapped me, I started crying. Since I could remember I never cried when my mom would discipline me no matter how hard it hurt, I never once cried, but then again they always hit my shoulder, never a slap. My mom yelled that I was a horrible sister, that I should be more respectful and more appreciative, I had a sibling, many kids wish for a sibling but don’t have one. The argument escalated from there and we were just yelling back and forth. I was surprised nobody had called the cops. We got to the point that my mom started insulting me. She had called me stupid, useless, ungrateful, fat, but the worst insults she hurled at me was that I looked like some type of escort/hooker and that I should never have kids, that I would be a horrible mother. By no means do I think I am fat, I’m not skinny but I do have a bit of a stomach. At that time I loved wearing cute crop tops, the floral ones. The only thing is that if I wore them I made sure to wear high rise pants with them to cover my belly button, so occasionally you saw about 1cm of stomach not much. I knew I wasn’t stupid or useless. I did the majority of the chores and I was in the majority honors classes at school. But being called a hooker by your own mother really hurts. Not as much as being told that I should never have kids, that really burned. After she said those insults, my tears had stopped, I was silent, and apologized to my mother for yelling, the entire time I remember feeling numb. I got grounded that day for disrespecting my mom and sister. What surprised me is that the next day my mom acted if that had not happened at all. I tried to forget the insults but I wear baggy clothing and wonder what kind of mother I would be.
AITA: What should I do?

I live up north in Seattle now, but have never lost my love for the Padres. I've decided to treat Mom (and me!) to a swanky Padres game this year, and I need to know if the Premier Club seats are padded. Also, will the servers get food from anywhere in the park? I have a strict food allergy and can only get food from a couple different places in the park. Mom and I are VERY excited!!

She's a psychology student. We were texting about ADHD as she is curious about how it feels. Her : "Sure it must suck that you can't concentrate but you are so full of liiiife"
And then I remembered some memories. Like when she was a child (I'm 12 years older than her) I used to have "disco nights" with my siblings, we danced and prepared show for our family. Today we still laugh a lot, talk about everything, do stupid stuff (like, I we decided that she was the one dressed as Santa last Christmas - hilarious moment since she's skinny like a toothpick)...
With her I'm never bored. She's from an amazing younger generation (born in 2002). Zero judgement, knows the importance of mental health, so much empathy.
So that's it. That's the little thing I wanted to share, my fellow awesome ladies 💖
Dear gen Z, don't change ! Love from a millenial young mom

So my daughter is autistic and used to be considered non-verbal but she has learned to communicate by memorizing phrases and songs and using them to express herself. So she's sorta-verbal now. She goes to a special needs pre school. I adore her school. I adore her teacher(s). It is an amazing school.
They did a really sweet event for mothers day where they had us come in and decorate cookies and gave us a gift that the kids made. They made flowers out of paper straws and egg cartons and put them in a champagne glass (that's the tall skinny one right?) With green tissue paper. Very cute. Except instead of plastic they used real champagne glasses. Very fragile, made out of glass champagne glasses. Also, the room we were in was only lit by the sun coming in from the windows because a lot of the kids have sensory issues so visibility was not very good. Pair that with 12 children who are prone to parroting each other and their adults, and you can imagine how well it went when my pal Auggie decided to stand up and proudly show off his flower bouquet that he made for his mom and then promptly smash it into pieces on the floor. It was like a scene from a movie. Glass flying through the air. Kids screaming. Moms "ope"ing as they tried to wrangle their kids and get them to safety without infringing on other people's personal space. It was a disaster.
I managed to grab my daughter's gift and shove it in my purse and then grab her and get to safety because she luckily used the distraction caused by the glass smashing to steal everyone else's sprinkles and eat them.
You'd think I would have learned that maybe this is a gift we put away for when they're older. But instead I decided to put it in the windowsill behind the kitchen sink and my daughter just found it and knocked it off while making direct eye contact. So there goes that.
I don't know why they used real glasses lol. I am still kind of flabbergasted that nobody intervened throughout the planning process and was like "heeey maybe we should use plastic".
Nobody got hurt by the glass btw. They just had to end the event early and clean up.

Okay so I’ve been on ozempic for 2 months. I am using it for weight loss. I’m slowly tapering onto it. The scale is consistently showing I am loosing weight, my friends have told me it is a noticeable change in weight I’ve lost (about 40 lbs) and I do intend to keep going….. but…… and maybe this is a slight sign I may have body dysmorphia but every time I look in the mirror I see the same fat person before the weight loss, I don’t see the weight going anywhere in fact I feel like I look bigger despite the scale, and comments from others. My mom says she feels the same and she went from probably 300 lbs down to 160. I’m worried if this continues I’ll be skinny and unhappy just like I’m fat and unhappy now. Any tips? Anyone relate?

basicly my mom died when i was 7. my dad married this woman, lets call her rachel. they got married when i was around 9ish and had two children who are my half siblings and i have one full sibling. but theyre in the process of a divorce rn. now lets say i live in america however im originaly from another country (lets say morroco). my aunt, from my dads side, (lets call her grace) moved in with us right before corona, she came to 'america' from 'moroco' to find a better job. corona hit and we've been stuck being roomates for 5 years at this point, im 16 rn and shes 32.
i would always spend months saving up money to buy myself nice things, like perfumes, makeup, clothes, stuff for my hair, etc. every single time i would buy something my aunt, grace would automaticly take it and claim ownership. she would put it in her car and refuse to give it back to me. she would always say that 'it was too hot outside' to go to the car, or sometimes even take it to her office and she would never give it back. just last week i got a really expensive perfume from my other aunt who comes from my moms side. ive been wanting this perfume for a year. the moment i got home from getting the perfume grace takes the perfume from me and starts smelling it. she says it smells really nice and gives it back to me. i put it in one of my bags and go to sleep. the next day i wake up and get ready for school and i cant find the perfume anywhere but she said she hasnt taken it, shes lying i can litteraly smell it on her. another thing is that she always smokes cigarets. i had bronchitis and she didnt want to stop smoking around me! which caused my bronchitis to get worse and the doctor recomended that i stay away from her because of how bad it got.
now my full sibling, lets call him alex, is 13 has a lot of problems. not like autism or anything but hes crazy. whenever we would get cakes or anything for birthdays he would eat the cake in ONE DAY A WHOLE A*S CAKE THAT WEIGHS 1KG IN ONE DAY. whenever we get any type of food he finish it all in once sitting. he always eats the really spicy instant noodles in secret which causes him to get very bad stomach problems. he has stolen over $5000 from me. my rooms lock and doorhandle broke a few years ago so i cant even close my door and my dad doesnt want to fix it. i always hide my money or try to keep it on me at all times however he always finds a way to find it. last time i litteraly cut one of my bras open and put the money in the padding and sewed it back up and he still managed to take the money. now ur prolly wondering how do i know for sure hes the one that takes the money. my aunt wont take money from me, only objects, my dad just wouldnt and the only person left in the house is alex. now unless you think my cat is stealing the money then it has to be him. i told my dad about this a billion times and he just keeps telling me "it wasnt alex no way". alex has gotten suspended 4 times since he started highschool (he started litteray 1 year ago). he's gotten into fights at least twice a month. he steals from the whole family not just me. hes stolen so much money from my dad and aunt asweel. he grafitied our neighboors house. whenever he gets something new like a gift like shoes or a game or something, he breaks it in one day. my dad is always making excuses for him and will not punish him for anything he does. my brother always hits me on my vagina and my boobs with belts and slippers and wooden spoons even when im on my period and my dad doesnt do anything about it.
so basicly now about this rachel woman. shes fucking psycotic. when they got married at the beggining she would always fight with me, i would get some crayons or markers to colour and draw with and she would take them from me saying that she wanted to draw. basicly she would act like a kid. a few months before corona she gave birth to my half sister, lets call her mia. she would PURPOSLY STARVE MIA BECAUSE SHE WANTED HER TO HAVE A SKINNY BODY. SHE WOULD STARVE A NEWBORN BRO. she would always put mia to sleep in the middle of the bed right next to my dad and my dad would only get less than an hour of sleep each night for at least two months scared that he was going to crush mia. and he tried to move mia back to her crib but she was already sleeping and if he moved her she would start crying and wouldnt go back to sleep. it got to the point where my dad WHO OWNS THE HOUSE AND EVERYTHING IN IT started sleeping on a carpet on the floor because he was so scared to hurt mia. during corona in 'america' we werent allowed to leave the house at all. we had to file an aplication every week to go grocery shopping and only one person from the whole household could leave the house. since my dad was the one earning the money he went grocery shopping. this one time rachel told my dad she wanted to leave the house so my dad told her next week he would file the aplication saying she leave the house instead. the next day rachel CALLS THE POLICE AND TELLS THEM THAT MY DAD IS HOLDING HER AND MIA HOSTAGE AND THAT HE KIDNAPPED THEM, keep in mind that shes a 32 year old woman. the police obviously come and check things out, my dad told him the story, our maid vouched for him and the security cameras were checked and then the police cleared my dad. a few days after that rachel decided she wants to go back to 'Morocco' because she missed her mom. (her mom is the one encoureging the behavior and encouriging starving mia). rachel said she would report my dad to the police for rape if he didnt let her go so he bought her a ticket and they went. a few days after that we found out that she was pregnant again. but by now corona was really bad and no one could travel.
basicly im not gonna write everything that happened in between then and now but basicly she demaded so many things from my dad around $10,000 monthly for child costs (she doesnt work, never has, even till now) (this is like 2022 by now) my dad does not have that type of money as he already sends them a lot of money and the costs of living in 'america' are a lot and he also has to take care of his parents because hes the oldest so he pays their bills and everything. he filled for divorce because she kept getting crazier, she would threaten to hurt the kids. he tried to get custody of the kids as it was hard because the law in 'moroco' sides with the woman most of the time. she keeps asking for more and more money and my dad went to court and the court set a certain amount. last summer when we went back to 'moroco' rachel and my dad agreed that my dad would take the kids for a full day. the kids were okay with it and had no problems. 2 hours after my dad took his kids from her she comes marching up to my grandparents house, my dads parents, and starts trying to do black magic and demanding that he give her the children back. a few months after that she asked my dad for more money for child care because both of them are starting school now so he sent a bit extra. she used this money to hire a lawyer in 'america' to investigate my dad so she can demand more money from him. today he got a call from one of her lawyers saying that she demands $30,000. since the law in both 'moroco and america' work very fast my dad needs to get a certain paper before firday (its wednsday 9pm at this moment) and if he doesnt then she can take the money from him or something like that im not sure.
i dont know what to do anymore im scared that we're gonna go bankrupt. my dad is paying for expenses for 4 people here in 'america', me him alex and my aunt grace because shes a free loader and is living here for free and refuses to get a job. he's paying for her living and my two half siblings,. the house that my dad aunt brother and me and living in today is under my dads name but alex and i own a bit of it because my dad bought it with my mom before she died and when she died it was split into 3 to me, my dad and my brother, part of it was also given to my grandfather from my moms side lets call him charles and charles demanded that we sell the house imediatly because he didnt want us living there anymore and there was nowhere we could go. my dad had to pay a lot of money to get us to keep the house. rachel wants half of everything my dad owns. that means half of the house, half of his salery half of everything. shes asking for $30,000 and my dad doesnt even make that much in two months.
anyway thats my vent hope u enjoyed. if you read till here congrats thank you! have a good day and a good life! :)

I finally understand how the mom Jean situation happens. I never understood as a younger person why older people wouldn’t just leave the 70s behind. Why still dress like an era that it’s not. I get it now. 😂 the new trends are bringing back wide legged pants. They are most definitely not flattering on most people.
Skinny jean moms, are we the next generation of mom jeans? Do we give them up or just accept that we will always be stuck in an old generation’s style?
-first world problems

Lately I’ve been mourning my body.. I keep seeing pictures pop up from 3 years ago when I first started recovery and at the time I thought I was huge but now looking back it was the best I’ve ever looked.. I had gained a l bit and was just above being UW, the clothes I wore, my aesthetic, my long hair and being so confident for the first time in my life. (Even if I was faking it to make it) Granted that few months of bliss ended up setting me up for failure and it’s not a time I should be idolizing. I just miss the way I looked and that’s it.. I feel like I’ll never look like that again, I had gained so much weight in two years I was obese, then I lost most of it and was boardering the healthy and overweight line but it was the smallest I’d been in 2 years.. I had a ton of stretch marks and loose skin and my boobs sag because of the rapid weight gain then rapid weight loss then I got pregnant and I thought I’d be fine bc I already had stretch marks, loose skin and saggy boobs but now at 33 weeks I somehow have more even tho Im still at a lower weight than I was at my highest weight.
Ugh I’m sorry if that’s all jumbled and makes no sense and I feel like I sound so ungrateful but I’m not, I was told I only had a 10% chance of conceiving naturally because of how damaged my body was from my ED but it miraculously happened and I couldn’t be happier about her coming! I’ve always wanted to be a mom and thought I’d never get the chance without IVF.
I feel pressured not to go back to my ed because I have a daughter and don’t want her to end up with an ed like I did bc of my mom.. I miss my old body that I’ll never have back with out surgery and even then I’ll never have the skin I did back. It also sucks because 2 of the girls I went to high school with who have kids are both super skinny (one has an ed and the other is just naturally skinny) I’m jealous bc I let myself go for 2 years and feel like that wrecked my body more than being pregnant. Anyone else relate? Or am I being over dramatic?

((Sorry I’m advanced my English isn’t too good))
I just wanna rant about about the strangest things I’ve been through as a child because I look back and question everything In a good way

1. I didn’t know that it wasn’t normal to sit criss cross on counters every time if there’s no chairs. So I did a thing with my aunt as a child where we sit on the pool table or counter in general sitting there to watch Tv, play with toys or other crap like reading or homework. So when I did it to a friends house they called me a freaking Verrückter Arsch Mutter Ficker. Whatever that meant until I looked it up. I question myself for years
   
2. Why I really hated grass as a baby. Turns out I’m allergic and my brilliant father decided to roll down a hill and asked me to join for fun after a bike ride. Yeah no horrible idea I got hives and when he threw me into the pool to help it was not a good idea. The pool was chlorine, that doesn’t mix well so you can imagine a 8 year old screaming bloody murder out of pain. Was now in a bath calmed down now but had police over for questioning.
   
3. I have a habit of hiding and being extremely possessive of food. My bio mom sucked at cooking to the point I was always skinny as a kid from unable to eat her food because it actually was not edible at all it even made the dogs sick. So making food of my own or having someone cook me food that I only trust is a big step with me
   
4. I didn’t realize all those snails were not actually super speedy fast. As a child I had snails on the brick walls and I thought they were fast because I would turn and see they moved quickly to a different spot so I picked them all up, kept them and tried to make a full on army of snails to kill my bullies as a kid. It was a glories year.
   
5. I felt connected to old people like elderly style, turns out I’m a 18F body and my soul is an old grumpy woman who got that sass ((Says my dad and step mom a lot lol))
   

I’ll post more if y’all want :D