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When I was a kid I was told over and over that I would like tomatoes (raw) and also grapes in my tuna or chicken salad. I was told with absolute authority. So here I am almost 40 and the other day I was ordering lunch. I almost order the chicken salad with grapes but talk myself out of it...of course I like grapes in said salad, but just not now. So I order a turkey sandwich with the sliced tomatoes. I take one bite and remove the tomatoes. And it hits me...here I am a full grown adult and I still don't like grapes in salad *or* raw tomatoes in any form...but I didn't realize it because I was sure I would like them as adults.
I hated being tickled. Mayo. Mustard. Pickles. Vinegar. Bell peppers. Tomatoes. Ill fitting clothes. Cold mornings at the bus stop. Being teased. Throwing up. Dirty clothes.
Having to spend so much time babysitting younger siblings and doing housework and laundry. As far as food, my mom was a terrific cook and I didn't hate any of it.
Teen years--- my foster mom humiliating me at the dinner table by reading my diary. She said it with such vitriol. Which may explain why I respect privacy no matter what the age.
Childhood years...being poor... as much as we knew it...I gotta say that now that I am once again poor in adulthood...I have learned how to stretch a dollar. I don't hold my head in shame either. Money can't buy the confidence and happiness I have... maybe when you lose the material stuff...you finally GET what is important. I know I have!
Teen years--- my foster mom humiliating me at the dinner table by reading my diary. She said it with such vitriol. Which may explain why I respect privacy no matter what the age.
Childhood years...being poor... as much as we knew it...I gotta say that now that I am once again poor in adulthood...I have learned how to stretch a dollar. I don't hold my head in shame either. Money can't buy the confidence and happiness I have... maybe when you lose the material stuff...you finally GET what is important. I know I have!
I love this post!!! what a message!!
one of my mentors at work years ago had a saying from his grandfather...
"sometimes the prettiest flowers are grown in shyt"
meaning no matter where you come from...you can still dance in the sun...it will get better
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