Sunday, May 5, 2019

weird things I thought were normal as a kid and teenager

I'm the oldest in my family and neither of my parent's graduated high school. And here I am twenty-four days till I walk across a stage and collect my diploma. My parents have pressured me into doing everything that I have done my entire school career. My mom knows and she sees nothing wrong with it. How can you not realize that not everyone peer pressures their own children? My mom pressured me from a very young age about everything. I always had it drilled into my head that YOU as a female cannot be anywhere on the bigger side. This was put in my head by an obese mother and an overweight father. They were constantly making comments on my weight while my younger sisters never really dealt with that. I feel like if I wasn't always called chunky or gordita by my parents I wouldn't be bigger. I am not over overweight but I am bigger. I do have a chunkiness to me. I have a little more meat to grab onto. While my sisters who were never told to watch what they eat and that they are too big for a girl their age are the perfect size to my parents. They both weigh about 135-150lbs. My dad nor my mother sees anything wrong with their size and they were always left to control their own diets and such. I always thought it was normal for parents to talk to their daughters that way. Until I was in the fifth grade when I had someone ask me why I always had to eat smaller portions than my siblings. I remember looking at that person and saying "So your older siblings never had a diet like this?" In my little brain, I was shocked. Like seriously even older siblings get to eat like the others? From that day forward I never let my parents make another food decision for me. And now here I am at eighteen weighing roughly 200lbs. People always tell me I don't look it which I feel is a lie because my parents and sisters always say shit about my weight. I have learnt to ignore them though. But when they could no longer control my eating habits they changed to what I take and do in school. I didn't want to be in the school band and I was forced to take that. I was miserable in band from my sixth grade year up until my senior year in high school. My mom made me take all those classes about how to cook how to sew how to take care of a baby. You know the ones you really don't want to take but know they will help you in the future, not to brag but I'm a pretty stellar cook. And I can sew six blankets in three hours. Yes, those will help with my future as a mother and a wife with a job. But still, no one should be forced to take those classes. And I took them. Not knowing any better I let them basically plan my future. They made me take all the medical classes that are physically possible for any high school student. I really doubt they thought I'd take a genuine liking to it and turn it into a career. I at the age of seventeen had my CNA and a very stable job working with only adults. My life was very professional. My dad in the long run basically made me pay rent to live in my childhood home. When I transitioned to my new job I again work with only adults. I am the youngest of my employers.  He thinks my rent is supposed to go up because I make a whole fifty cents more an hour. I again thought that was normal until a lot of my friends heard about it and told me that their parents have never done that. Now with quitting my first job, I was unemployed for three months. And in the time I was unemployed I was not actively looking for a job. Actually the job I have now found me. But what my parents don't know is that I have been looking for an apartment to live in. And I have found many. I only need a couple of months to get all the money I need for one. So they will get a rude awakening when one of their sources of income leaves them for something better. And that is something I can not wait for. The day I get a renters van to help me move out. Can't wait to see their faces as I take a wave as I pull out of the driveway. And they won't even know where the new place will be.

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