This was sent in by @cottonbomb56

Like in any Hispanic household you always have your parents, grandparents, uncles, and aunts who always criticize... your weight. My mom goes to the gym and well my dad gives a shit. My cousins are skinny also my friends at the time. So were many at the girls in middle school. Girls in P.E were well...bitches. 

With all thought and the fact that I got cheated on, I began to hate my body. I would start to literally workout so much to a point I nearly fainted in P.E class once. 

"Don't eat that sweetie you're going to gain more weight." 

Or like the day we went to get jeans. I literally couldn't fit in them.

"It's cause you're overweight you should lose more weight." My mom said angrily.

I closed myself in the fitting room and cried. I didn't feel good enough or beautiful enough. So I started skipping breakfast and lunch. My mom would go to the GYM leaving food done. So I would throw the food. If I was hungry I would drink water and eat a salad. 

I even started to cut myself. I cried and would even beat myself up. 

This went on and on till I had a breakdown. I told my mom I hated her and blame her for everything. I even told her that if I would ever have a child I would NEVER let her met him or she. 

Eventually she found me about to cut myself. She finally stopped and I started going to therapy. 

I slowly grew to love myself, but then high school.

My parents didn't graduate and I didn't want to let them down so I would stay up late and literally study and cry. Thankfully my teachers were supportive and I started seeking help. I still didn't fell good enough! But thankfully I had a supportive counselor and friends.

I hope people read this and wish for them to get help. It's not bad to seek it. It's actually good for you and your health. I wish to have gotten help faster and would have been opened about my difficulties. Now I'm doing better mentally and ADORE my body. Know I just give af what others think about me