i wish that when i was little my mother would have sat down with me and told me that i am perfect just the way i am. and i wish that when she was little her mom did the same thing so that neither of us would grow up and become adults who think we are never good enough.
my mother is 44 and still thinks that she is ugly. she passes her insecurities onto me, and i am often reminded that i am too dark and short, i have bad skin, a flat chest, fat legs, small eyes, thin lips, and rough hands.
yeah, that hurts my feelings, but what i really care about is that my mother is a 44 year old woman with two daughters who believes every day that she is an ugly woman. and that’s what really fucks me up.