That moment when you realize...
Remember the awkward years when you just didn't like certain things about yourself ?
I was painfully skinny and asked my mom "why can't I gain weight?" to which she replied "Bc we are lucky" I thought she was crazy! Lucky!? The boys don't even know I exist Bc I'm so skinny they can't even see me and she says I'm lucky. She said "don't worry they will notice you when they grow up." I was so unsatisfied with this logic.
But I had bigger "problems" like my nose! "Mom how come when I smile my knows looks so big? Other girls have such cute little noses why does mine flare when I get angry?" To which she replied "Bc we're Dominican baby you will get use to it" of course a nose job was secretly on my list of things to do when I was old enough Bc as I explained to my mother the boyyysss like cute little pixie noses with the nice slope that wiggled instead of flared. She said " they will do whatever it takes to make you smile and see that big latin nose of yours one day and they will piss you off just to see it flare"
At this point I decided my mother was the biggest liar I knew and could no longer be trusted.
For years I struggled with silly questions like why is my hair not as soft as other white girls hair? and why is it so unruly? and why don't I have boobs ? everyone has boobs but me even some boys ! It was maddening !
After giving up and getting ridiculous responses from my mother I went to my father ...
and he said "listen to your mother she's always right "
They were obviously against me they didn't understand the struggle of a young girl who just wanted the cute boys attention for once.
It wasn't until years later that I was sitting next to my mom at the dinner table and laughing and my dad said "you know, you look just like your mother " and I finally realized. If I look just like my mother then I must be perfect! My skinny wrists that fit no watches and my big Dominican nose that can rarely be photographed straight on and my unruly puffy hair I once considered to be flaws were absolutely perfect Bc I am my mother. That amazing moment you embrace that you are your mother! Eureka! And wouldn't you know, the boys grew up and so did I. She is indeed Always Right.
Thank you mom, I love you.
