I’ve felt down today and really thinking a lot about my low self esteem and what happened to me growing up.
I was a victim of severe emotional abuse and one occasion of severe physical abuse (which caused ptsd)
So much happened that was awful and this may seem minor in comparison but I have been dwelling on how my mother stripped away my confidence and effectively ‘stole’ what should have been the best days of my life. What few photos I have I look at and think how did I believe what she said ? She destroyed me.
Told me I was ugly and laughed at school photos , deliberately fussed over my friends and told me she preferred them I think to make me jealous (it worked) told me I was strange body shape so couldn’t wear certain clothes and would refuse to buy them or when I was older and got my own would ridicule me. She made me feel like a freak of nature.
If I was going out she would not allow me to use the bathroom and would take my make up away . I would often be locked in . The times I escaped I was by that point too upset to go out and have fun.
I wasn’t allowed to wash my clothes unless they were clothes she approved of. Sometimes she would buy me clothes but that she picked and then a few weeks later she would take them for herself saying they looked better on her.
I had acne at one point which was quite bad and she seemed to absolutely love the fact I had bad skin and would comment on it a lot.
Now I look in the mirror and see how old I look and I look back and realise I didn’t look awful and I should have had confidence but she stole that. I don’t know why she wanted to crush me that way and I feel I lost out in the years I could have felt pretty and confident and I’m so sad