Golightly Grrl
Refugee
I was bullied for several years as a child and it really screwed me up. I was told I was ugly, fat, a loser, etc. And no one at school did a damn thing about it. I was considered the problem. This may have been because the popular kids were the bullies and I was this weird chick. To this day, I remember what it was like to pull spit balls out of my hair.
My home life wasn't much better. My family never failed to tell me what a disappointment and hassle I was. I was called fat (when I was a slender size six), a tramp, not good enough to go to college, and I was also told I would never get a job making more than five dollars an hour.
The sad thing is my parents put my sister on a pedestal. My sister could do no wrong and she was encouraged in everything she did. My parents paid for all of her activities and lessons. When I was first struggling on my own, working two jobs, and sometimes eating out of garbage cans, my parents paid for my sister to travel all over Europe. Now that she's a stay at home mom with a wealthy hubby, they spare no expense and drop everything for her. But I can't get my parents to buy me a bag of groceries even though I'm a struggling student.
Even though I've done exceptionally well in college, my parents don't seem to care. Last Xmas my dad spent a long time telling me how fat I am and my mom seems miffed at my success. Maybe she's pissed because she didn't do a damn thing with her college education.
Okay, I've rambled enough. I'll leave you with this quote:
"I learned that it is the weak who are cruel, and that gentleness is to be expected only from the strong."
Leo Rosten
My home life wasn't much better. My family never failed to tell me what a disappointment and hassle I was. I was called fat (when I was a slender size six), a tramp, not good enough to go to college, and I was also told I would never get a job making more than five dollars an hour.
The sad thing is my parents put my sister on a pedestal. My sister could do no wrong and she was encouraged in everything she did. My parents paid for all of her activities and lessons. When I was first struggling on my own, working two jobs, and sometimes eating out of garbage cans, my parents paid for my sister to travel all over Europe. Now that she's a stay at home mom with a wealthy hubby, they spare no expense and drop everything for her. But I can't get my parents to buy me a bag of groceries even though I'm a struggling student.
Even though I've done exceptionally well in college, my parents don't seem to care. Last Xmas my dad spent a long time telling me how fat I am and my mom seems miffed at my success. Maybe she's pissed because she didn't do a damn thing with her college education.
Okay, I've rambled enough. I'll leave you with this quote:
"I learned that it is the weak who are cruel, and that gentleness is to be expected only from the strong."
Leo Rosten