My dad welcomed me in Italy with “Are you pregnant?” Not even hi before.
My mum said that it’s normal that other girls were jealous of me when I was younger, as I was skinny.
My dad looked at me and said “no”
My dad told me he wants a detailed plan for me to lose weight with also the estimated weight loss at the end. He said I should reach 64 kilos. I am 1.80 tall, 64 kilos is impossible.
He told me I could choose not to talk about it. I chose it. He got angry and left me alone at the breakfast table.
My dad weights 120kg. He’s huge.
Why being skinny is the obly way to exists without people bothering you like you were a piece of shit?
Through anxiety and beyond 
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