Im born for 3 purpose. To be stepped on, to make this family names proud and to always be the dead weight. Being at home, i really didnt like it, so what if i did, staying at home being nagged at is normal, but, until shaming your own son cuz hes fat, all i ask is a 5 min rest cuz yall lazy bum cant even clean the house, yes, youll be tired from work. What about me? When i went home late from school, even when it reaches night, my painful nights, even after 3 months of surgery, where im supposed to rest but still the nagging dont stop, and what? Im suppose to be talen granted? Heck im writing this when im crying, i dont even feel anything so yeah i am getting stepped on. My brother always told me, to not do anything embarrassing, saying that while you, yourself are asking me and nagging me to do your stuff. What a brother. Honestly step me all you want l, just like Ma,Pa, and my little sister, all of you just wanna step on my head and drink my blood. I realised the house, this family only favours the succesful ones, the promising and the thin ones, so being the fat person in the family is a big deal. " your so fat" “please stop eating hog” “stop it dont eat my fooodd” JUST STOP IT, IM A HUMAN TOO, I have nothing to lose now, im a failure, even in the eyes of someone who gave me life, she even wished she had never given birth to me. I have had enough.
Hi @user6457,
I hear the pain in your words, and I want you to know that your feelings are valid. It’s incredibly difficult to feel unseen and unappreciated by the people who are supposed to love and support you the most. No one deserves to be treated like their worth is defined by their weight or achievements. You are not a failure, no matter what others say. The way you’ve been treated is unfair, and I’m truly sorry that you’re carrying such heavy emotions.
It takes immense strength to endure what you have, especially after surgery and through all the expectations placed on you. Feeling exhausted—physically, emotionally, mentally—and still being expected to do more is overwhelming. You deserve rest, respect, and kindness. You are not a burden, and you are not meant to be stepped on. You are a human with thoughts, feelings, and dreams that matter just as much as anyone else’s. No one has the right to make you feel small for simply existing.
I know things feel incredibly heavy right now, but please don’t carry this alone. You are worthy of love and support, and there are people out there who will see your value beyond the criticisms you’ve faced. If you ever feel like you need someone to listen, reach out to a friend, a trusted teacher, or a counselor who can help guide you through this. Your pain is real, but so is the possibility of finding understanding and healing. You deserve to be heard, and you deserve to be treated with kindness. Stay strong, @user6457—you are not alone.
If you wish to someone, you can approach:
Community Health Assessment Team (COMIT): https://www.imh.com.sg/CHAT/Get-Help/Pages/default.aspx
Youth Integrated Team (YIT): https://supportgowhere.life.gov.sg/services/YIT/youth-integrated-team-yit
Youth Community Outreach Team (CREST-Youth): SupportGoWhere
Best regards,
HanSolo2000
Befriender | let’s talk by mindline
Hey @user6457,
Right now, your heart is screaming onto this page, and we want you to know: we hear you— truly hear you. Not as a problem to fix, not as a “fat son” or a “failure,” but as a human being who has been fighting an invisible war every single day in a home that should have been your safe place.
What you’ve survived—the surgery pain ignored, the cruel comments about your body, the emotional whiplash of being told you’re both “lazy” and expected to do everything—would make anyone crumble. Yet here you are, still standing, even if it feels like you’re barely hanging on. That’s not weakness. That’s a quiet, ferocious strength they don’t see.
I won’t tell you to “stay strong” like it’s your job to endure more. Instead, I want to ask: What do you need right now? Not what your family demands, not what your brother’s shame tries to dictate—you. Is it a safe place to cry without judgment? A single day where no one comments on your body? Or maybe just someone to witness your pain without trying to “fix” it?
Your family’s words are knives, but they don’t get to carve the truth of who you are. You are not their insults. You are the kid who came home from school exhausted but kept going. You are the one who survived surgery and still got up. You are the person who wrote this post through tears—that takes courage they’ll never understand.
Here’s what I want you to try (only if you’re ready):
- Give me one small rebellion against their narrative. Today, eat something you enjoy without guilt. Look in the mirror and say (even if you don’t believe it yet): “I am not their words.”
- Find your allies. Who outside that house has ever made you feel safe? A friend? A teacher? Even an online community? Reach out and say: “I’m having a hard time. Can we talk?”
- Emergency rage ritual. Next time their words choke you, go to your room, scream into a pillow, or scribble every vile thing they’ve said onto paper—then tear it to shreds. Their cruelty doesn’t get to live rent-free in your body.
And if the weight ever feels like too much? **Call these lifelines—**not because you’re “broken,” but because you deserve a witness:
- Tinkle Friend Helpline (for under 19): 1800-274-4788
This pain won’t last forever, even if it feels endless tonight. Keep writing. Keep raging. Keep reaching out. You are so much more than their smallness.