Reborn in the Womb: Escaping My Mother’s Deadly Perfection

My mother had severe, obsessive-compulsive OCD.

Because I was born five ounces heavier than my twin sister, Clara, my mother despised me from day one.

Whenever I cried myself hoarse from hunger, she would pump her leftover breast milk, store it in the fridge, and save it only for Clara.

She fed Clara eight times a day with that milk.

Eventually, both Clara and I ended up in the hospital. I was admitted for severe malnutrition, while Clara was hospitalized for consuming spoiled food over a long period.