Hi,

A couple years ago I (F20) struggled with an eating disorder at the age of 16 and it took a pretty severe mental toll on my life.. My siblings (F31) (M27) (M24) have made fun of me since I basically hit puberty.

When I was around 13 I started to gain weight - I wasn’t obese but I was fairly chubby, I weighed way more at 15 than I do now. I’ve tried diets and exercise but would always go back to gaining the weight and overeating. Since I was 13, I’ve always had comments made about my weight; From my mother and sisters - sisters (excluding one because she wasn’t in the mix of the conversation when I confronted them), my sisters used to force me to exercise with them and get really angry if I couldn’t keep up or got lazy. I do take my fault for being lazy but I was a kid.

Fast forward, my family used to always make jokes about my weight “fat, whale, too heavy to carry” etc. I usually used to get upset and cry and they would say I was too sensitive and to take a joke. One of my sisters even said even when she was pregnant she never weighed how much I did at 13-15.

When I was 16 I discovered a tumblr blog that was dedicated to ED’s. I began to quickly dive into it and in two weeks lost nearly 15 pounds. I was eating around 500 calories a day and then throwing it all up.

It got to the point where I lost 30 pounds in a couple of months. I never told anyone about this but my sister heard me throw up once and told me I was lucky I didn’t have stomach issues and that throwing up was basically optional (Context: she has stomach issues and usually throws up as her stomach can’t handle food well)

Years go on and I recover but will never forget how hard that time was… ever. Recently me and my siblings gathered to play a game “one thing I like about you, one thing I don’t”.. Came to my turn and I told them that they basically caused my eating disorder.. While sympathetic my sister told me I was overanalyzing their comments and thinking too much into it and said she’s been through the same thing and feels like I shouldn’t put the blame onto them.. Also that they were my family and if they can’t joke with me, who can?

They were sympathetic but they made me feel like TAH when telling me I couldn’t take a joke and I was sensitive and saying they were saying things like that for my own good for which I told them “I was only a kid.”

AITAH and was just being too sensitive ?