
..then I can counter that by the old letter I found from my Aunt Mary to my Dad. This is the aunt after whom I'm named who still lives in Philadelphia and who called me 'Fuzzhead' affectionately after I lost all my strawberry blonde curls at 14 months and only had fuzz for hair for a long time.
Most of the letter is spend griping about how bad we are at keeping in touch and how hurt she was that all her friends out there supported them during their recent move but she didn't hear a word from 'the midwest'...gosh, wonder why? I remembered suddenly how judgmental she could be in addition to how lovely she was when my sister and I would visit as children. She and my 'Aunt' Rosalie (they'd lived together for over 15 years at that point but "No, of course they're not involved!) often took us to concerts and stuff...awfully proud of our lovely behaviour.
But it was the end of the letter that I read and re-read. "I don't hear anything from Gloria and her family or from Mary Sue. (Ed. yes, that's me!) She was always a scruffy-looking little thing, wasn't she, but awfully cute."
Yeah.
And oh, by the way...I was 25 when she wrote that.
No, no self-esteem issues in my family. *grimace* No wonder I thought I was homely!