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Input: I once sent a photo of myself to my dad on the first day of moving abroad, sort of as a "look, got here safe!". It being the first day, I'm really jetlagged and look like shit, with that nasty grey tone to your skin when youve not had enough sleep. Add to that my hair is greasy, I'm not wearing a bra, and it's a really unflattering angle on my nose. Despite all this he printed it and framed it for my grandma. I really hate this picture and wish I'd never taken it. I never would have sent it if I'd realised it WOULDN'T be just some throwaway. 

When I moved back home and saw it framed and up I was so pissed off and upset. I begged them both to get rid of it and offered to find another picture for the frame if she really wanted it. It's the only picture of me over the age of 10 and it's not because other pictures don't exist. I really liked my graduation photos and they are nowhere to be seen in her house or anyone else's in my family. I occasionally send my dad pictures of me and schoolfriends, or me and my partner at events and noone seems interested. Just this horrible ugly picture of me that makes me feel sick.it's been there for about 5 years and I shudder whenever I see it. Everyone told me not to be silly. But if it was so trivial, why couldnt it just go?

I left intensive eating disorder treatment earlier this year and decided I would try and eliminate things that made me feel shit from my life as far as possible. Two weeks ago I discreetly removed the picture from its frame and left a note "IOU A NICER PICTURE OF METO REPLACE THIS". I destroyed the photo. She just discovered this two nights ago and is, together with my dad, really angry and saying I've crossed a line.

AITA? I found it borderline oppressive and noone even listened to my concerns, let alone took them seriously. 

destroying a photo of myself in my grandma's house