Mom, you're no Supermodel.

You're just a narcissist that loves to bury me. You never miss a chance to destroy my happiness and excitement. You're the early bird when it comes to shattering a self-esteem I'm trying to have.

If you were this good, you wouldn't be projecting your frustrations on me. Oh wait, you got the "universal and uncontestable" true on your side. You had 3 children, would be terrible to your youth and your beauty if you had 4.

There's a lot of women that managed to go back to their previous weight and body shape, instead of bullying me, why you don't check them out and follow their steps?