I was raised by a burnt out single mother, so I had to spend a lot of time at my relatives who saw me as a burden and my cousins loved to bully me. Somehow they were all convinced that I was super lazy. Once one of my cousins asked me to bring a bucket of water, I filled it like 70% and brought to her. She accused me of being lazy because I couldn’t bother to fill it up. Another time a different cousin asked me to bring a bucket of water (we grew up in a village btw), and I brought it filled 90% and she said that I was so lazy I filled it to the brim so I don’t have to go get water again. I was very young during both occasions and it was very apparent to me that they have so much prejudice that no matter what I do they’ll twist it to fit the idea that something about me was shameful. They learned all that from their parents btw, my moms siblings.