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I loved this column ❤️❤️gave me some ideas on what to say to family members of my own x

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you're so hardcore and i love it-- death is the only real security, you're right!

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The last line was hilarious! I always forget how much these procedures cost!

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Yeah, the sticker shock is real

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I've been slooooowwwly working on my mom to get her to stop reflexively saying, "You're not fat!" when I say something about the fat I do, indeed, have. Which I have no problem with and actually kind of enjoy. I say, "Mom, just let me be fat! It's not a bad thing!"

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I am late to this issue but I just want to say that my mum encouraged me to get a labiaplasty when I was under 18! Luckily I had a smart GP who didn’t take kindly to bullshit. I also have hereditary dark eyes; every time I feel insecure about them I look at pictures of myself as a cute af toddler and think about if she was my daughter, would I say that to her? Nope! Over the years I have tried to cultivate a love for myself as I am naturally (I don’t wear makeup, rarely curl my hair); this column and an incredibly loving fiancé have helped to strengthen those thoughts. As always, thanks for your writing Jessica!

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Jessica: the last line you wrote was **everything** — nailed it!! Also, I’m stealing your “I’m just fat” line for the next time someone mentions my tummy - HOW PERFECT!!!

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Seriously what is WITH people (and in my experience, nearly 99% of the time men) announcing, usually with concern, “Oh, you look tired!” And usually within the first 2 seconds of an interaction. I got this a ton after I stopped wearing makeup, from male coworkers primarily. Never have I told anyone other than my 3 YO fighting a nap that they looked tired. It simply is so rude and unnecessary.

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most of my self-image anxieties have also come from my family, and as a 29yo i often find myself in meaningless but somehow really nasty arguments with my mother telling me to wax the hair around my belly button ‘if i really love her and respect her’…i try not to give into the immature tactics, i try to keep the answer to a simple ‘no’. ‘why?’ ‘because i dont want to’ — unfortunately that brings out more histrionics, ‘so you’re just saying no to piss me off, then?’ the truth is that there is no winning. i cannot influence my mother to stop nitpicking my appearance because i cannot delete the fear she has that i will not being accepted by the world and get hurt. i am not able to show her that the hurt from being dismissed doesn’t even compare to the lifelong slave labour i would have to do to live like she wants me to, i am not even able to leech that ideology out of my own head so far. i have to accept that this will be a war we have to wage for as long as we live, and maybe take a zen outlook on its existence idk

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