my mother doesn’t need me or love me or like me. she says that but just because she’s supposed to. I don’t blame her, I wouldn’t feel very good about her daughter if I were her either – I’ve never said I loved anyone of my relatives, I’ve never said goodnight to them when I was little etc, don’t know why, probably some unseen mental issue. I’m grateful for everyithng she does for me. yet sometimes she just flips and starts yelling at me about how stupid she thinks I dress and look, and my sense of style and style of clothing are some of the few things I really, really like about myself – I’m not pretty or hot and will never be, but I always dress really good and can do my makeup well etc, I treat my worse-than-mediocre face and body like a canvas and have learnt to enjoy the result regardless of how not pretty I am. I also appreciate the little good things in my appearence. anyway, I have a realistic view of myself looks-wise and usually am okay with how I look and love my outfits. I wish my mother could understand that nobody at all should look and dress the way she pleases except herself. my body, my clothes, my makeup, my concern. oh, and I’m not dressing revealing or wearing heavy makeup. a lot of skirts look shorter on me because of huge height, but that’s all and my legs wouldn’t arouse anyone anyway.