Hi.
I (25F) used to be a professional dancer and from 2019 to 2022 I was a background dancer and dance instructor.
It was a pretty amazing job. I loved the energy and vibe of my work place, and the people I got to meet were amazing. I've always struggled with my weight in the past, so making fitness my job was actually quite the ego boost. During the summer of 2020 I reached my lowest weight yet (140lbs) and with some muscles added to my naturally curvy form I became the slender curvy hourglass I would've previously scoffed at. My mother was happy for me, though she seemed concerned I was losing so much weight. We got into a lot of fights over that. I'll spare you the details, but it pretty much boiled down to "Real women have some weight to them", which I think she mostly said cause she's fat herself.
The dancing was a great high while it lasted, though pretty quickly I realized that it wasn't working out. Sure I was being paid to dance professionally, yet the salary really was so so and unless I somehow got rolled into a big tour I couldn't afford to stay at this job. Did some asking around and eventually I switched over to a medium management position for a local company.
Around the same period, my mother and father went through a divorce and mom moved into my apartment. I didn't ask for rent or anything, but she insisted she'd at least cook for me. Which seemed like a good deal. I told her that unlike before, I had a pretty strict diet. That would be no issue my mother assured me.
Apperantly it was. She kept making the same 'healthy home cooked meals' she used to make me. Mashed potatoe and gravy every other meal, pastas and lasagnas. All the stuff that I instantly cut out the moment I left her house originally. At first I politely reminded her about my diet, yet she brushed it off. Pretty soon whenever I complained about dinner or ate something else, she'd guilt trip me. Saying how I was judging her way of life, telling me I didn't appreciate her food enough or what she had done and was doing for me. Not proud of it, but eating up was often easier than talking with my mother.
It didn't help I'd also just gotten stuck into an 8 hour desk job. I started putting on a crazy amount of weight. I quickly ballooned back to my previous weight and then I began to get even bigger. I really dislike my new figure, but I feel like I can't change my diet with my mom living with me. When I confronted my mother, she simply said that she was making sure I eat 'healthy' now and that she saw no issues with what she was cooking or how she acted about me not eating her food. When I pointed out what the food is doing to me (which is freaking obvious…) she said she didn't mind taking care of me like that. I feel a bit defeated and don't know what to do. I love my mother, but I feel like she's not being considerate at all.
Tl;dr
My mother moved in with me and started cooking. I put on a ton of weight and she keeps guilt tripping me into eating.