Everyone always asks me why I hate tuna fish. The reason is simple. From the time a could eat my mother would feed me 1/2 tuna fish sandwich and 1/2 glass of milk. That would be my meal for the day, every day.
This happened until I was in the hospital from when I climbed on top of a chair to look inside a deep fryer, the oil of a deep fryer being dumped on me, and they found that I was malnourished also. After 3 months in the hospital I was lucky to only have a few scars from the burns, but the emotional damage was harsh.
My father told my mother that he wanted me to eat when he ate. This only led my mother to fix things I could not chew like meats, my teeth didn’t develop correctly after only eating once a day. My mother told me if I ate with my father, that I had to eat everything on my plate. Which was a lot of food, especially for me.
I remember my father always had cats, and the house we were living in had window seals where my mother would put plants. I always sat by that window and would hide the meat that I couldn’t chew in the plants and the cats would come and eat it.
The end result was my teeth never developed correctly I lacked Vitamin A and the soft tissue didn’t develop correctly along with the tooth formation and I lacked enamel in my teeth, along with reduced mineralization and poor jaw development. At 37 I began to loose teeth, and ended up having dentures, which led me to not being able to wear them later in life because the bones in my jaw never developed like they should have and I had to get them so young.
Please, don’t judge people for how they look, because you never know what they have been through.
From Pity to Praise 