I'm seeing my therapist tomorrow and one of the things on my mind is the way my mother was obsessed with my body when I was growing up. She'd pull my pants down without warning to see if I'd started growing hair. She'd do the same with my pyjama jackets to see how big my breasts were. But she'd also laugh at me about it in front of my Dad, who was very embarrassed but didn't stop her (she'd go ballistic when challenged) - she'd go on and on about how one breast was bigger or keep telling me that I should sunbathe topless. This is so pathetic, but I'm really embarrassed about telling her, because you can't hear that about somebody and then not look at them. So even if I wrote it down and didn't have to say it there's no solution. Has anyone else had to deal with this? TIA