Not my face

A few years ago (8+), I sent in a post card to PostSecret with the following words: "I just wish I had my own face. Sometimes I think God sent me here as a do-over because my mom didn't do what she was meant to do this lifetime. He needed someone to get it right."

I don't think they ever published it, and who knows if it was on display anywhere. Those close to me know that my relationship with my mom is not great. Never has been actually. So it's hard to see myself now at 35 because it's really the age I begin to remember my mom's face at, and seriously, we could be twins. I've had random strangers walk up to me saying they know me, and I tell them it's not me they know, it's my mom. It's really crazy. 

So that's something I have to work on - loving me for me, and knowing that I am not my mother.

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