That bollocks really damages people.
DP had it from as soon as he could remember because he was a healthy baby - but a healthy baby from two sides of teeny tinies, both male and female. They hid his baby photos because he looked massive when being held - well yeah, when you're a normal 9 month old being held by somebody not even 4'10" and about five stone, you're going to look like a changeling.
Stories at the dinner table of how massive he was that they took him to the doctors to ask if they should water his milk down and the doctor told them to wean him instead (so he got proper food), how they made him exercise all the time and how huge he was compared to everybody else's children....the photos of him as a kid didn't show a huge, obese lump of a child - he looked like his legs were two bits of string with knots for knees and he was easily head and shoulders shorter than everybody else.
They got their wish in the end. He developed an ED that still comes back every time he's round either of them. 'Oh, I've made extra potatoes, I'd only cook one for me but I know you eat so much more than I do', 'I can't eat more than half a (cherry) tomato, so you finish it off, I know you're always hungry', 'he just ate and ate and ate, a whole 8oz bottle of milk was gone in minutes and then he'd be complaining until dinnertime and wanting more than one vegetable,' <DP pushes away the single chicken wing he was toying with> 'Would you like half a crumpet? I can cut it up if you like' no he fucking wouldn't, he'd like three with butter instead of that watery spread shite
I'm made of sterner stuff - growing up being the monster child in my family of not quite so teeny tinies (4'11" - 5'3") and always hearing how fat and horrible I was for being over 6 stone with thunderthighs/tree trunks/not dainty like my half sister at 16 led to me deciding that anybody who is shorter than the average 11 year old in 1980 can fuck right off when it comes to comments upon food and size.
Yeah, we get it, you have to buy children's shoes because you're soo small, you have to use a toddler's cup because your hands are too tiny to manage a standard one, of course you're absolutely stuffed after a quarter of a Babybel and two Mini Cheddars. That's great, it makes you cheaper to feed...oh, shit, it doesn't apply to the amount of booze you can put away though, does it? Or the cream cakes you mainline when nobody's watching (which probably answers why you're a) type 2 diabetic and b) going fucking blind). Being small should not be your personality and identity, any more than you should try to make others be identified by not being as small as you.