eventually the moss took over the tree and obsessing over inches and centimeters became an obsession of beauty.
my mom was a terrible salesmen but a great victim. she was always involved some hip new beauty pyramid scheme. avon was my favorite. i used to steal all of the testers. although once i hit ten thats when testers became real products.
beauty was an unspoken thing in my household. praise was unheard of, "criticism" wasn't however.
100 pounds, fat.
90 pounds, skinny.
95 pounds, chubby.
Midi skirts, prude.
Mini skirts, slut.
Curly hair, untamable.
Straight, hair unnatural.
no matter was i wasn't pretty to them or me.
but then, there's him.
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