It was very difficult for me to embrace myself. I don't remember exactly when it was started. Umm, when I was on elementary school, I guess? Evey single member on my big family told me that I'm such a fat pig, and they started compare me with ms sister and my brother which was so much thinner than me. I know I know, it was a joke but, boom!! Voila! The main effect of those joke I never accepted myself. I mean, I often mocked myself in front of the mirror and told to myself how fat I am. I felt insecure of myself, everyone looks so pretty and thin, and look at me such a big-foot-girl. And yeah, I hate several part of my body (include my foot). I felt more insecure when my family member started to criticized my appearance, not just about my fat body. They started to criticized my hair, my face, even my pimples. I did hate my hair, I remember when my brother yelled and point at me "Medusa" or "Bird's nest" he was too much about my curly hair. I think i