My mother often tells us of how beautiful she looked when she was younger. On the way home from the dentist, she said kept on talking about it. "All the boys admired me", "ask your greataunt, she'll tell you how pretty I was", "I took great care of my hair and skin"... and she says that I should take care of myself more. Take better care of my hair and skin. Because it's not gonna last forever. She started saying these things because I told her that I was gonna get those invisible retainers for my top row of teeth. (I had those wired ones, but it broke off and I didn't save it. So, I bought a new one. I just got the invisible ones because it was cheaper, apparently. I don't think my mom knows it costed money.) I think she was... worried about how I was gonna look with my retainers on. Gonna look like fake teeth. "You're not supposed to wear it all day, right? You're not gonna wear that forever?" I was a little frustrated. Yelled at her a little. She's ashamed of how I look. I don't really take care of my appearance too well. Though I do use facial products and such. Also, with some contamination OCD and such, sometimes it can be tiresome I suppose.
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I remember when I was doing something - putting on makeup or facial products or whatever. Think my grandma was criticizing me for it. I wonder if my grandma did the same for my mother.
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You know, the things they have said before are still ingrained in my mind. About how I was 'promiscuous' for wanting to hang out with a guy friend downtown, about how I'll have to make do as a prostitute to live if my mom gets sent back to her country, about how I'm a burden to them and how I've made them miserable, about how I made my mom grow old and ugly, about how my mom said she wishes she'd adopted instead or that she didn't marry the likes of my father, telling me to get out of her life and that she can't wait until I reach 18, but at the same time she doesn't want me to leave her...
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And some abusive episodes in the past that I've experienced. I think about that at times. I don't know if my mom sees it as abuse. It's sad that our culture kind of promotes it. They think it's fine. Yesterday at church, there was a young girl and her mother and father sitting on the same bench with us. The daughter was making a big fuss, and several people turned their heads back to look at the commotion. I'm not quite sure what she wanted. All I noticed was how upset the mother was. She took her daughter and placed her in a sort of choke-hold, and spanked her. I flinched a bit when I heard the smacking sound. Filial piety - always obey your parents... my mother was also talking about how easy I have it, and how difficult life was for her back then. Apparently, her mom (my grandma) physically abused her a lot. She still has resentment towards her. Sometimes, I'll hear my mom bring things up, like how she did a lot of work when she was younger, and my grandma would always dismiss it. We're all living in the same household. It's kind of tiring how I hear fights and such all the time. My mom's had several breakdowns in the past... she's thrown a temper tantrum on the floor, screaming at my grandma and how she's evil and a bad parent, thrown things, etc... I wish she'd get therapy. I wish mental illness wasn't so stigmatized in our culture. I think my mom has something. She's a bit paranoid and things.
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I want to live with a friend of mine for a bit. I've talked to her about this, and her mom has agreed. Of course, it's just I need my mom's permission. I'm sure she'd be apprehensive, but... I think I really need to live elsewhere. I'd love to excel in school, and focus on my Senior year, but I'm afraid I can't if I live here. I'm just... inclined to do all these 'rituals', to avoid contaminating myself, and I feel sort of trapped. My family has done really gross things, but they think it's alright. That it's clean. But even the therapist was a little disgusted when I told her some of the things they did... and that includes feces, blood, bugs, etc. I dunno if my mom will have a mental breakdown if I try to leave. I feel it's better for me though. My family will probably not understand why... they'll probably talk bad about me. But, I'd rather live elsewhere.