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Pat B
A real moving tale beautifully told. Great writing.
posted by
anib
on July 29, 2016 at 9:53 PM
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dave was such a special guy here on blogit Thanks for the input.
posted by
Kabu
on July 29, 2016 at 3:34 PM
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What a great post. It brought back so many memories of my life as a child--school, friends, those popular, those practically unseen by anyone, those looked down upon by others, those made fun of. I had great parents. I knew that they thought of me as special and pretty even though I was just your average joe tomboy.
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TAPS.
on July 29, 2016 at 3:32 PM
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Pat
Well! Nil nisi bene and all that stuff, and I'm sure your mom had a hard life, but I gotta tell ya - for a mother to give her little girl that kind of answer is little short of child abuse! And I can see how it would affect that little girl even later in life...
posted by
Nautikos
on July 29, 2016 at 11:23 AM
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I can relate. My parents made it policy to never ever praise, for fear I would turn out conceited. So instead, they made me doubt and despise myself for always being wrong, bad, and unloveable. Still working on cleaning up that mess.
Pat, I haven't ever seen you, but I know you're beautiful.
posted by
Ciel
on July 29, 2016 at 11:16 AM
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Yes well what is beauty, we would all probably look pretty crude to some far away so called Aliens. 'Looks like they crawled out of the mud and that thing they call a nose,it runs at times.' I suppose it is what one becomes used to seeing.' I expect you could have been done over and look like a princess.' All you would have needed was a tiara.
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C_C_T
on July 29, 2016 at 9:56 AM
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My mother had Alzheimer disease and I was staying with her while dad took a break. She said to me. " You are a beautiful woman y' know." it was the only time in my life that she ever actually mentioned my looks. Not even on my wedding day, so I guess both our Mothers had issues with vain little girls, and big girls.
Besides I was an embarrassment. A white blond skinny kid with straight, very straight hair. All the family had dark curls
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Kabu
on July 29, 2016 at 8:35 AM
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