I don't know if it's a cultural thing or a generational thing or just a "bad parent" thing... I'm 55 and the whole time I was growing up, my (original) father made nasty comments to me about how I was too heavy, or how I should lose weight, or maybe I shouldn't eat that cookie. At the same time, family dinners were served up by HIM and we had to eat every bite he put on our plates before we were allowed to leave the table. (Eternally grateful that Mom divorced him! Then I only had to suffer through visitation weekends!)
When I look back at childhood pictures of myself, I was not at all overweight. It took me a while to accept my body, though.
You make your choices, and you live with them. In the end, you are those choices.
"Strength is the mental and physical fortitude to endure, resilience to bounce back, and force to create change, allowing you to thrive in any circumstance and through any adversity." TrPAssassin