“I’m not hungry, beta.”
For as far as I can remember, I have known my mother to feel guilty about enjoying things in life. That behaviour also applies to my father, but he does manage a social life owing to a job. My mother on the other hand made her children her entire world, great for her methinks, we are an excellent bunch. Growing up I always wanted to be her, but it is only when I dove into heavy feminist literature that I truly saw the sacrifice in her life and how unnecessary and toxic it is. Slowly, it shone out of almost every woman’s face around me.