I (16 F) have always been the chunky one. Not just chunky, but straight-up obese, and I’ve accepted that my whole family is overweight and my genes suck. But over the past year, I busted my ass and lost 100 pounds (from 296 to 192). Honestly, it started from an unhealthy eating disorder—I’d go days without eating, chew gum to feel full, and exercise like crazy.

That spiraled into a ton of health issues. I’d pass out, feel dizzy all the time, and ended up wrecking my gallbladder, which I had to get removed a month ago. I was just obsessed with losing weight. I dropped 8 pants sizes (from 18 to 10), but I’m still not happy with my body. Therapy has helped a bit, but the struggle is real.

The other night at dinner, I went for seconds (which I usually don’t do anymore), and my mom said, “Wow, aren’t you hungry tonight?” Instantly, I lost my appetite. I’ve told them a million times to stop commenting on my eating habits, but they never listen. So I lost it and snapped back at her, pointing out that she wasn’t exactly an eating role model with her own meal habits. She got mad, started talking back, and I just walked away to my room. It’s been two days and we haven’t talked since.

I know I shouldn’t have said that, and I stooped to her level, but I’m so tired of this constant fatphobia at home. My dad bullied me about my weight growing up, taking food away and lying about when I last ate. My mom used to defend me, but now she comments on my food intake since I started losing weight. I know she’s insecure about her own struggles, but I’m so fucking exhausted from being reminded of my weight.

So, I just want to know if I’m an asshole?