I’m a fellow survivor of a shitty, abusive mother. The feeling that you’re at fault for provoking your mom’s wrath or rejection or sorrow or whatever? That you should be a better daughter? Very, very familiar. And it’s a legitimate feeling, because all your feelings are legitimate. Feelings always are. It’s based in…

You are not a piece of shit.

YOU ARE NOT! YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL AND LOVED.

My mom tried to run me over with her car at Christmas and I have only spoken to her once since then. And somehow I feel like the piece of shit in this whole situation.

Totally agree with you, and I say this as someone who is pretty inked up and pierced.

Quite a few readers think he might have used “ugly” to insult her personality, which I at first wondered too. But after thinking about it, I think he used “ugly” because he knew that’s what would sting the most. An ugly bride on the most important day of her life?! If he’s implying she’s ugly on the day of days where…

feathered, layered, angled, cools vs warm tone, piecey, wet look, wash-and-wear, razor-cut, subtle

Can Millihelen do a guide on how to talk about hair cut features for those of us who have no idea how to articulate what we want? Like, I don’t even know if that question makes sense. I grew up with a hippie mom who did all of our haircuts and then I started cutting my own and just help me, I’m a helpless baby.

As someone who literally just got her hair cut, do stylists prefer small talk or no? Because I figure talking is distracting from the actual hair cutting, and I figure I don’t like people bothering me when I’m working. But then I see other stylists/clients talking about their new baby or closing on a house or whatever.

I’m dying. This comment is everything.

I don’t like tomatoes either. I can take small amounts, as part of a larger dish, but big chunks of them, or slices, ugh. It’s the texture for me. So awful.

* I don’t understand how it’s even possible not to get that some people dislike certain textures.

Considering what’s been going on with my stomach lately, I’m pretty sure I’m developing a lactose intolerance, at least with regards to cheese. This hasn’t stopped me from eating it—I love cheese way too much—but I think this is what’s going on.

Yo, that is my greatest fear. That I will just wake up someday and be deathly allergic to something. I am definitely on the pickier side of the spectrum, AND I can’t eat gluten, so if I lose anymore food that I love...

Whoa. If someone walked up to me and say “I’m allergic to tomatoes, only if they’re raw” I’d totally think they were complete BS.

What the fuck? Why is is strange to anybody that a person would be allergic to fucking tomatoes? Of course that’s possible...people can be allergic to anything. Those employees in that restaurant were horrible fucking assholes, and really deserved to be sued, I’m sorry the woman didn’t do it. How fucking hard is it…

I really love that there’s only one “f.” I don’t know why. I just do.

He had his moments. Sometimes he would pack my sandwich. Instead of putting it in a baggie, he’d wrap it in wax paper and use masking tape to hold it together? It was a goddamn struggle opening it.

It’s important to double-down on your carbs?

Bread to go along with the potato? Say what now?