“I miss you so much I don’t even remember you!”
Toxic behaviour is often difficult to see, and it is even more difficult when the toxic people are your own parents.
“What’s up with ‘shrinkage’?”
So you’re the new mom on the block, huh? Or rather, the only mom on the block.
“The simple fact is that women who stay at home to keep house and taxi children are every bit as much skirting their civic responsibility as the CEO who stashes money in the Cayman Islands to avoid taxes.”
You are the cause for my insecurities. For my dysmorphic body image. You are the reason why I would sit in the bathroom as a child and pinch all my fat after you told me I was a fat ugly duckling.
“I’m not supposed to feel this way. I’m only 23.”
Your style is so similar that you can share clothes. Same goes for accessories.
Every mother’s day since the incident, I think of how close I came to not having a mother anymore.
You deserve so much more than a day, you deserve more than just a cake, more than just a greeting—you deserve the world.