The Legacy of a Narcissistic Parent

Sometimes those scars run deep

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One of my earliest memories of body shaming was witnessing my mother and sister. My sister was at that stage in her life when her friends were all testing make-up, putting their hair up, and drooling over the likes of Corey Haim and any synchronised boy band going.

My sister came down, having curled her hair, put it in a scrunchie on top of her…