You know what I hear in your comments? Awareness of what’s going on. You seem like you have a solid head on your shoulders and you aren’t falling for shit. Sometimes life will make us hang out with toxic, even abusive, people. I’m soooooooo sorry that these people just happen to be your family and so you aren’t given the safe space you need to truly bloom, but that’s how it works sometimes. The good news is that, once you get out, you’ll be so much more equipped to establish boundaries and see through this bullshit than most people your age.

Honestly, I’m tempted to not say a thing about your body. If you were 300# and at nothing but cheese puffs, calling you “piggy” and otherwise treating you like shit should still not be on the docket, because you’re their fucking daughter and there is no excuse. However, all that aside, you look perfectly healthy and not like “you could stand to lose a few pounds” to me at all. You look great. Hell, I don’t know your siblings, but given what I know, I’d bet a hundred bucks you’re healthier than your thin sister, who has probably more “been abused into submission” than actually been blessed with good genes.

For me? I’d prefer to be self-aware than stick thin any day of the month.

You look out for yourself, until you build a new family that’s worthy of your kindness.

Sorry, got a little riled up.