ThinLynn
08-17-02, 04:38 PM
Like so many others, I have tended over the years to "forget" things that happened in my past that shaped who I am today, because remembering was too painful.
But I sat and read Fleureange's Journal this afternoon, and memories flooded back that I've spent a lifetime covering up.
The one that reduced me to tears was the memory of a brief conversation I was never supposed to hear. I was about 17 years old. Way too tall. Way too thin. Face full of horrible acne.
My mother walked past my bedroom as I sat in front of the mirror trying my hardest to learn to put on some make-up, which I thought may make me more presentable. A short while later, I descended the stairs in time to hear my Dad ask where I was. To which my mother replied, "She's up in her room, trying to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear."
I want to thank Fleueange for giving me the courage to look into my past. My parents are both deceased now, but I wish I could tell my Mom that I forgive her for causing me such hurt by an off-hand comment that stayed with me for life.
Lynn
But I sat and read Fleureange's Journal this afternoon, and memories flooded back that I've spent a lifetime covering up.
The one that reduced me to tears was the memory of a brief conversation I was never supposed to hear. I was about 17 years old. Way too tall. Way too thin. Face full of horrible acne.
My mother walked past my bedroom as I sat in front of the mirror trying my hardest to learn to put on some make-up, which I thought may make me more presentable. A short while later, I descended the stairs in time to hear my Dad ask where I was. To which my mother replied, "She's up in her room, trying to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear."
I want to thank Fleueange for giving me the courage to look into my past. My parents are both deceased now, but I wish I could tell my Mom that I forgive her for causing me such hurt by an off-hand comment that stayed with me for life.
Lynn