We all have or had a person in our life that was meant to break a little piece of us. Somehow, we find someone in our life that will try to tear us down and make us hate that special creature. Some do hate, some don't. Lucky are those who have found a way to escape, to fight and to be the opposite of their hurt. I finally made it and escaped. I had too fight for it...I won. Except, I can't change the fact I'm so similar to that one person. ...because it's my mother.
No matter if I want to or not, a little piece of her will be part of me. No matter how far I live from her, she was the one that raised me. Subconsciously, I make the same moves she does, the same expressions and maybe decisions. Of course, I changed and I act differently. But sometimes, there's this time where you look at yourself and you see the one you used to hate in you.. I don't even know if the choices I take are the way I'm feeling or the viscious circle that I'm in acsording to my family. I'm not someone who's afraid to take risks, I just don't want to be the person I wish wasn't related to me.
Of course, I can't deny the fact that physically we have something in common. It freaks me out. There's time I don't even want to look at some pictures or the mirror knowing that a piece of her will appear. I know I'll have to fight with this "fear", but it's outstanding to look at the truth.
Since I won't be able to see her bright side, I'll have to deal with the fact a part of her is growing in me..