There once was a mother who cared more about her daughters teeth being brushed, face bring washed and her grades being good. Yes, that is my mother. Stalks me on face book and twitter…the only thing I have that she doesn’t know about is this; my one space in the world where I can say whatever I want without her breathing down my neck. Everyone needs space and I do not think she understands that at all. She cares more about my physical appearance health, than my actual physical health, and mental health. I could cut my arms and almost die and she would not know, if she did she would not investigate why or seek help. She would most likely be mad or scold me and watch me and nag me more.
My dad did not even believe me when I told him that she cried when we bought a homecoming dress, thus why I bought this years without her. That and she, makes me dress more conservative than a nun and I already dress modestly. I rarely show skin and I always wear a size or two larger than I am, especially at school. So my point is she needs to leave me alone and let me live my life and have a life. Or I promise I will not come home after high school.