Anonymous wrote:I was the blonde beauty and my sister and mother had dark hair and were slightly above average in looks. They seemed to have this bond…they thought they were more like sisters and I was the outsider. My mother stopped telling me I was pretty at some point and really pushed my sister to get cool hairstyles (80s geometric cuts) so she could model for the local hair salons.
Me too! My parents used to have a little chant-like nursery rhyme about how ugly I was, each line picking apart my features. I remember them saying it all the time from my early childhood until I was a teenager. Then I started modeling and that was enough external validation to prove that they were wrong. As far as my internal validation and healing, that took much longer. I did a lot work and therapy and didn't feel totally ok until my early 30s.
My sister has a facial deformity that was partially corrected through cosmetic surgery when she was little, but it was still visible. Now I know they were just trying to make her feel better at my expense.