Why has the perception of beauty and the ideal of perfectionism become so important that we can't see the real beauty within ourselves? Why would a mother not give the love and support to her child because in her twisted mind that child isn't perfect enough? Isn't being a child and being your child make that child perfect? What has gone wrong? Over the past couple years I have been privileged to be part of a group of women from across the world. Although thousands of miles separate us and our backgrounds are as diverse as can be, the love of a mother for her child brought us together. In getting to know these women there seems to be an overwhelming amount of childhood stories of neglect and emotional abuse by their own mothers. These women that are beyond beautiful in every way cannot see how amazing they truly are because their mother's voice is in their head tells them otherwise. I just want to grab hold ...
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