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Another weekend gem from my mother. OK, I've exaggerated a bit, and I upset her by saying that she'd spent my whole life feeding me full of insecurities (she believes that it's for our own good). It's a difficult one, when you want the best for your kids (don't slouch, cut your hair so you don't look like a cavewoman, don't eat too much pork fat...), but sometimes it gets a bit much. I love my mum like I love nobody else, she's amazing. But she IS bonkers.
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