I talked with my mom on the phone.
She mentioned her body is getting weaker. Somebody recommended her to take Maruyama Vaccine as the last hope to get well. So, she started the treatment.
In today’s conversation, my mom said something I didn’t want to hear. It was my parents’ old habit to complain about my appearance. My mom started nudging about my appearance. How poor and miserable I appeared in my no-make up in my face, old and miserable looking outfits, and bushy hair. I used to hear this all the time when I was living in Japan.
My mom said my dad completely agreed with her. They both agreed how poor and miserable I appeared. My mom said they worry about me so much because of my appearance.
I could not stand for listening her old habit. I hanged up the phone with her with a bitter feeling.
I admit I am not a fashionable person. I don’t put a make-up on my face because my body does not tolerate of any chemical products in my body system. I don’t live my life to show myself off to anybody else.
That reminded me how different my mom and I are.
My mom is a fashionable person. The nurse and the house helper told me this. My mom was wearing a tight bra and a tight underwear, even a body suit to look herself nice. She would wear make-up every morning to go to hospital and grocery store. Even now in her severe sickness, while I was at their house, she changed her outfit to a nicer one to just go to the bank or credit union. When I suggested my mom to keep wearing a comfortable outfit such as a buggy pants or a sweater, she refused.
I respect and accept her preference. I don’t say anything about it. I want them to do the same. I want them to stop controlling me to fit me to their preference. I don’t tolerate my parents’ pushing their preference to me anymore.
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