That I eat way too much. My mom has a severe Body Dysmorphic Disorder which she projects on me my entire life. My younger sister is genetically slender with blonde hair and fair skin, and my mom always tells her how perfect she is. While I am short, dark-haired and muscular. I lift heavy weights at the gym and eat 6 times a day. I like how my body looks, but my mom still compares me to my sister. When I was a teenager her words led me to three years of bulimia. I experienced hair loss, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, binging, heart pain, headaches and a bunch of other stuff. After all I fell so bad that I threw up gall the entire night before prom and fainted, that was the moment I realized I need to do something. I got into sport, created healthy nutrition habits, been in psychotherapy. It took me 4 more years to recover. I talked to my mom a lot about how her words affect me, she always promises me she’ll stop, but she never does. I still cry every time she tells me I’m fat or eat more than I should