@WildMermaid: I can relate to almost everything you have said. I was bullied by my biological father every single day of my life about my height, looks, weight and he gave me names for my height. Then my father's father made predictions about my height even when I was a toddler saying that I'll be midget like my maternal grandma which I am NOT.
My mum's narcissistic brother bullied me for having high goals, my skin color, my looks and my weight.
Then comes my mum's bitch sisters who made fun of my height, face, dressing sense, being a high achiever and my skin color and hair on my arms or legs and some minor facial hair. Mum's sisters tried introducing me to makeup from the age of 12 , ever since we arrived in NZ. They bleached my face so I look lighter not as dark. They cut my hair so I don't look like a typical Indian and as a kid, YES I wanted to look good. Mum's middle sister (pedophiles wife) compared my waist to a bollywood actress who was brobably 25 something saying that I have a thick waist and that was only when I was 12!!! This induced me into eating problems. I stopped eating throughout the day and only ate once losing 12 kg in 3 months!!!
Mum's younger sister took me to her house for holidays and put those face masks so that I was NOT dark.
The pedophiles wife gave me a foundation when I was only 12!!! She also insisted me waxing my legs and arms from that age. Then she started threading my upper lip tiny hair. Her pedophile husband also made fun of any hair that was on my face and I was a bloody 12 year old!!!! Yet these hypocrites wouldn't let their son who was 13 to shave his underarms because "his skin was fragile and he was young! !!". YES, you heard it!! Their son was sensitive at 13 but I was NOT when I was 12!!! She also introduced me to hair removing creams which caused me skin irritations. The younger sister also introduced me to facial waxes that you heat and use on your facial skin and I was 13-14 then.
I was also bullied at school by other Indian kids who spoke English while I was new to the country and didn't understand or speak English. White kids made fun of my long hair. And one of the Islander bully girl threatened me that she'll burn my hair. Therefore, I ended up cutting my long hair at the age of 14. My hair were up to my waist but not anymore. When I chopped my hair, the girls at school called my hair bush and the hairdresser said my hair were bushy and she can't style them well.
Then other girls from school called me ugly and so did my father plus mum's siblings. They all wanted their kids to look like my brother not me because my brother was better looking than I.
All these things get on my head whenever I see good looking people and I end up thinking that I need to compete with them to be accepted. I feel that I am not good looking and I don't deserve good things or a good looking guy. That is why I was upset for a whole week and crying n beating myself n feeling guilty for finding that guy from Bank attractive.