It was the early 70's. My parents were young and they adored their grandchildren. My mom died two years ago. I remember my mother as being beautiful and so nice. She kept herself up and always managed to find a way to get her hair done every week. She took pride in herself and taught me to always love myself and be thankful for all that I have been blessed with. I got married young and was so vulnerable and innocent. My self esteem was very low due to mental abuse by my husband. Sometimes I would call my mother for advice and how to escape all the abuse. She prayed for me on numerous occasions. Finally, after 17 years it was over. I became the person I am today because of her. When I look back at my life and see some of the pictures of me when I was young I realize I was not ugly like my ex husband made me believe. I truly thought I was ugly. This is me in my twenties. What do you think?
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