From the age of ten I was s******* abused by my older half brother. Not only did he treat me like a piece of crap and hurt me while he held me down with one hand over my mouth, but he constantly called me fat. Hippo. Jabba the hut. fatty. Overfilled sack of s***. He never laid off me.
And now my youngest brother has gained wait, stop exercising and is eating late at night. And I’m ashamed to say I give him grief about it, I insult him all of the time and make sure he cries. And I know that’s such a cruel thing to do knowing how I felt but I guess I feel its some kind of release. Being insulted for three years while being s******* abused and I never told or have told anyone to this day five years on, I guess I feel less insecure not being the person focused on. As I say I feel so extremely guilty about it but I can’t help myself. I’m a terrible person but I just can’t hold myself back.