lordearlgray replied your post Yeah so, my mother and I just had a back and forth about my health and beauty standards, because apparently my improving them will somehow make me happier or some horseshit.
When I dyed my hair bright red the first time and loved it my mother liked to call me Bozo until I fucking got away from her. x-x
Now that just plain blows. （ ´_⊃｀) My mom has been real low-key about hating the teal hair until today, mainly because it resulted in me hacking off my hair again, but today I was just talking about coloring wigs and sew ins and she got heated. Now because it’s not the way she wants it, I’m ugly and stupid. She can stay mad.
Yeah so, my mother and I just had a back and forth about my health and beauty standards, because apparently my ‘improving’ them will somehow make me happier or some horseshit.
Got told wanting to dye my hair bright, unnatural colors was stupid, and that I “looked like a clown” when I had green hair, and that the entire world hated that teal on me. That by not abiding by her beauty standards, I’ve fucked up.
But I’m supposed to get better with her, and get healthier alongside her, which I’ll admit is not a terrible suggestion, but I’m just trying to be fucking complacent in my circumstances most of the time and being her get fit buddy because she can’t take those steps for herself is not an ideal scene. I know the things I need to do for myself, and I can do them, but right now I just don’t want to, and that’s perfectly fine and okay. My path to happiness is longer and bumpier than most, and I can’t speed walk down that shit with ease, but I feel like it’ll pay off in the long run if I get to determine these things for myself.
I told my mom that I like unnatural hair because it made me happy. She said that was childish and stupid, and since I’m almost 20, I need to “grow up”.
Fuck that shit. I’m tired of being told I have to do and be a certain way to grow up, because that’s bullshit.