My Mom and I were very close and we learned to accept each other just the way we were, but it took time and struggles. I had crooked teeth and she would say, “When you smile I see your crooked teeth,” so I NEVER smile with my mouth open so my teeth show. I had a mole on my chin and she said “When I look at you I see that great big mole”, so I took a razor blade to my face and cut it out. Now there is just a big scare. I would get ready for school and she would say let me fix you, so I wore only sweatshirts, levis’, and moccosins. You can not wear those wrong. Mom and I were very best friends and we were fine.
Today was taken back to my childhood, when I made those important decisions about letting go of smiles and cutting my face.
I guess I don’t want to be fixed anymore. It hurts.