Loving Her

I love her,

Even though she's the reason I have an eating disorder.

I don't know how many times she's said things like:

"You eat so healthy. I don't know why you're not thin,"

Or

"Don't get that bathing suit, it doesn't flatter your figure,"

Or

"You shouldn't tuck that shirt in."

I love her,

Even though she's the reason I judge those who like me unconditionally.

I don't know how many times she's said things like:

"She's nice but a little bit strange,"

Or

"Listen to that whiny voice of hers,"

Or

"This crowd would be a better fit for you" (even if it was obvious they never fully accepted me).

I love her,

Even though she criticized everyone I had a romantic interest in.

I don't know how many times she's said things like:

"This guy is a nerd,"

Or

"He has a physical disability, I don't know why you're interested in him."

Or

"He's bad news" (though I admit you were right about that one).

I love her,

Even though I try hard to please her and don't quite measure up.

I don't know how many times she's said things that were critical.

I love her,

Because you're supposed to love your mother, right?