[Perspective change]
I never felt good about myself; everyone called me fat and chubby, which completely shattered my self-confidance. It was not like I wanted to be this way; it's not a choice.
My father left when I was two; I didn't understand anything until I was a little older. Seeing other children walk with both their parents made me question; why didn't I have a father? A father could help a mother with things and ease her burdens, right? It was painful growing up from my dilemma, but I achieved it.
How am I supposed to grow up when I wasn't raised?*
There was no time for dreams and aspiration of childhood; there was only helping mother and stopping her from falling apart. Grandmother tried for the last few years, but old age had taken quite a toll on her body.
