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Recently I realized that in all my efforts to not be like my mom, I made aspects of my life boring. I blamed and resented her for our likenesses that I believed led to me being unaccepted by my peers as an adolescent. I led my own rebellion against a brightly colored and extensively coordinated collection of clothes and shoes, an exuberant and outgoing personality, and a love for sports and physical activity... what I ended up being is a tomboy-couch-potato with 3 pairs of shoes, a closet depraved of quality and color, and an aversion to social situations (or talking period).
Don't worry though! Even before I realized what had made me like that, I had already started changing my habits as a result of exasperation towards the dullness in which I had been living. I realized that I love my mom for the original individual that she is. Being wacky and slightly oblivious to social norms isnot the curse I thought it was and defintely not a trait I was escaping by taking colors & floral print out of my woredrobe.
Don't worry though! Even before I realized what had made me like that, I had already started changing my habits as a result of exasperation towards the dullness in which I had been living. I realized that I love my mom for the original individual that she is. Being wacky and slightly oblivious to social norms isnot the curse I thought it was and defintely not a trait I was escaping by taking colors & floral print out of my woredrobe.