Since I was a teenager, I never accepted who I was. The little sicilan girl who immigrated from sicily. As my dad has a job in England. I was shy, tubby and kind of a loner. I was a follower rather than a strong person. Searching for love by others and expectancies.
I looked in the Mirror time again and again, wondering why I can't be like the other girls. Beautiful and out going and of course popular. Truth is I didn't have the courage to do so. My home life wasn't bad but there was a loy culture vibes with it. Dad worked and mum must stay at home. I just didn't like my dad manpulative and take control my mum's life. She was a moving shadow and only did what she was told. I remember standing there my dad at head of table mum serving 6 of us food on plates. Not once he stood up helped her. Cooked. Take the weight of house work off her shoulder. 4 children and a husband, who'd go out in the evening to hook up with single ladies. Leaving mum to alone like a servant. I wonder if my mum ever looked in the mirror and wanted to be someone else.....
Letting go of what you should be of the eyes of others to the person you really want to be? !

The past to the present.....
Mum is divorced from dad. Has a home back home in sicily. Her home. The one she earned with when she began to work for herself. Dad disliked her change. Mum disliked his cheating, his lies and of course his controlling ways.

Me well I'm following her foot steps. I'm being me. Be who I want to be. Love me. Mum is my role model. She fought through what she believed what she had to be. Truth is.... You need to let go of what others portray life should be as. Make life who you actually are, not someone else's #BeStrong #parentsfightmentalhealth #loveyourself