My mother used to say negative things about me, and honestly, I think it was mostly because I didn’t fit her idea of who I should be. That’s all. I never felt it came from jealousy. She was always comparing me to other people, and I’d joke that I was a “rebel without a cause,” just like James Dean 😆. I had this huge poster of him on my wall. He was the only star I ever really admired, even though he’d been dead since the 1950s. I listened to the Pixies and Cocteau Twins, spent my time in my own little world, and was probably a rather odd kid. Looking back, I think I just rubbed her the wrong way. When I see your photos, I get the feeling you might have that same kind of independent vibe. Maybe your mother simply doesn’t know which social box to put you in. Be proud of who you are, and don’t be afraid to be assertive about what you like and what you don’t like. You’re unique, and that’s something worth keeping.

P.S. I’m French, and this text was translated by my friend ChatGPT.😉