When I’m Mean to Myself, I Think of My Teenage Daughter

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We stood in front of the mirror together, side-by-side, my 14-year-old daughter and me. We were both dressed up at the time for a special occasion — makeup, hair, fancy ‘fit, the whole thing.

Everyone always says we look alike, but I don’t see it. She is so effortlessly beautiful — blue eyes and locks of curly hair. My hair is straight and my eyes are brown.