I’m not the center of the universe. So, why do people pay so much attention to me?
Why do I always receive criticism from the people I live with and from the outside world about things that don’t concern them? Personal things about my personal life?
It’s like they can’t hold in the hurtful things they say to me.

My siblings always used to call me “fat” when I was young.
I wasn’t overweight. I started losing weight when I grew up just so I could feel good about myself.
I’m a people person. I like being nice to people. I like smiling at them, but I never receive the same treatment in return.
“You’re very beautiful, but you need to lose some weight.”

When I stopped going to the gym for a week, the lady I get water from told me, “You don’t want to lose weight anymore?”
“No one will want to marry you because you’re fat. Men don’t like fat women,” said my father.
I started hating men and myself. I got depressed.
I keep losing and gaining weight because when I lose weight people tell me, “You were more beautiful when you were chubby.”