My mom tried to push my stroller in front of a train but my dad saved me.

Was 16 my friends and I were out in the woods with a .22 rifle and some cans and Zombie targets. I finished my lil magazine and handed the rifle to a buddy. Went out to set up the cans and targets back up and a shot whizzed passed my left ear within 2 inches.

Walked up to him grabbed rifle and punched him straight in the face. He was ostracized from the group not long after that.

My partner tried to strangle me. I was already seeing black and a few stars in the black universe on my way to death. Then the police rang the door bell and he stopped. The neighbour a 11-13 old boy called the police, he had his room directly at the house close by and he could see through the window. He saved my life and the life of my unborn baby.

Dentist had to yank out a wisdom tooth. The yank, somehow, damaged my jaw. The jaw is now permanently pressed upwards and had pushed stuff around so it impacts most of the right side of my face.

My jaw now pops on that side. I've lost about 60% of hearing in that ear. And I get massive dizzy spells now.

That was 25 years ago.

Being kept 100% out of the sun as a kid. I wasn’t given vitamin D supplements either, so my bones are pretty fragile and break easily and my enamel is delicate and shears off if my teeth close too hard. My body never sequestered calcium properly as a kid and there’s nothing I can do about it as an adult.

My mom thought she was protecting me from skin cancer but she was really dooming me to a life of bone fractures and bad teeth.

My parents had the kids do a lot of manual labor, starting when I was only 5 or 6. Not just helping in the yard, but actual landscaping work. My brother and I once had to haul rocks in those 10lbs buckets from a dumpster to the egress windows 300 yards away. Being so little, we had no idea about posture, lifting with your legs, etc. We both have chronic back, shoulder, knee, and neck pain and have the beginning symptoms of arthritis. We're only 21 and 26 now. Makes me mad that I hurt myself when I was so little, doing work that the adults should have been doing.

Pregnancy.

I had twins. I got HUGE in the tummy. I had the babies, and it left this pot belly that wouldn't go away.

Fast forward; the twins are 8 years old. I am 7 weeks post op of having my diastisis recti corrected. You know that centre line down the abs? Mine had split. There was a 6 to 8 inch gap down the middle THE WHOLE WAY DOWN. the pot belly that I kept punishing myself for, the baby fat i couldnt lose? Those were my organs. My digestive organs were all herniated.

I now have to forgive myself for 8 years of unjustified self hatred. It isn't always just fat.