This could have been me at 18, except for having good grades, a boyfriend, and friends that told me that I was attractive. My mom tried to tell me I was a "pretty girl," and this always made me absolutely furious, because I assumed she was lying just to make me feel better about myself.
30 years of self-loathing takes its toll.
Monday, August 22, 2005
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