"You know what? You're just like your fucking father. You take and take, but never do anything for me. Go to your room. I don't want to see your fucking face for the rest of the day. Maybe when you learn to man up just a little bit you can have some food, but no dinner for you tonight."

And that was the real problem, I was soon to discover. To me it was just a face that I saw in the mirror all the time and hated a little more every day. Normal, not really that great. But all she could see was my dad, and it reminded her...