I grew up a chubby girl. I had two brothers. My parents loved us, they just fed us whatever we wanted.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Growing up, I was always chubby. My girlfriends were always running around in two-pieces, and I never felt comfortable to do that.
I was a little bit chubby when I was a kid.
When I was younger, I was chubby. It gave me a terrible sense of self-image, and I guess I carry that around with me still.
I was born fat and have always been, which was just fine and even healthy and cute until I turned ten or so. Puberty hit like a hurricane and brought a new set of rules. All of a sudden it was my fault I was chubby.
I am actually a bit chubby, and I eat everything. I eat in a way - if my parents fed me the way I choose to eat as an adult, they would've lost custody.
I was a bratty little sister. I was the youngest of three, and I often felt as though I didn't fit in.
I've never had siblings, I didn't grow up in a big family; it was just me and my single mom. And hectic family dysfunction was actually something that I craved.
I was the youngest and only girl in a family of two older brothers.
I always wanted a little brother because I felt like the little brother had to do everything.
I grew up in a flat with my brothers and my cousins. My brothers were in the same bed.
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