butterfly00000

my mother tells me that i should be ashamed for dipping my baby carrots in salad dressing, that my food doesn't need the salt i sprinkle on it. my afternoon tea doesn't need any sugar, skip the lemonade and drink the water instead. do you really need that? her sharp tone echoes like military orders in the face of combat. she tells me that at my age, her jean size was half of mine and i resist the urge to tell her that maybe that means she had half the character i do. shopping with her, she butts heads with a body-image complex, telling me to quit fooling myself and pick the next size up. i shock her time and time again when i cram my