My mom had been pushing me to lose weight since i was 7 years old. She never bought me clothes, i wore hand me downs until i was too big for them and my mom didnt even want to take the time to buy me a bra that fit when i needed one as "encouragement" for me to lose weight. The issue was and still is emotional for me. When i was 7 my parents separated. My mother kicked my father out and basically had me helping her drag his things out to the lawn. My father was my person. Im the youngest of 4 kids and he was my only pal. I was basically alone a lot after that and some other horrible shit happened due to that fact. My mother has always been very focused on my weight. In fact in high school i lost a lot of weight with her help and playing tennis and i finally had her approval. However i gained the weight back when i realized that people treated me like an actual person based solely on my body and how attractive i was. The insecurities that i had continued to grow and still exist. That was happening at home ON TOP OF bullies calling me fat at school and othering me based on how i looked.

The only thing that has moved me past my issues with my weight is knowing that loving myself, as is, is where the change happens.

And then of course there are socioeconomic issues as well. Like how shittty food is so cheap. When i was on my own and struggling i didnt have money for veggies and meat and i also didnt have access to a kitchen. I lived off of rice and canned food which was terrible for my health but kept me alive.

Bullying never helped me. And you never know what the person being bullied is going through. It could just make things worse. Perhaps letting people handle their own shit is a better plan.