As a kid, my grandma used to say all sorts of horrid things to me about my body. I went through puberty early and was a little pudgy, but she acted like I was so huge. At the time, I took her word for everything because she was an adult and I figured adults were always right. When I grew up, I realized she said that stuff because she had zero self-esteem. She had barely any education, an abusive SOB of a husband, a menial job, and she was overweight. So she got some sort of big kick out of making horrid comments to me and my mom about our weight. This is a big part of why I haven't talked to my grandma in maybe 15 years or so.