My Mother Told Me to Die, So I Did
Language: en
I am the daughter of a rapist. Years ago, my mother was forced to carry me to term. As I grew, my face began to look more and more like the monster who ruined her life. From that moment on, I became the filthiest, most disgusting thing in her eyes. Whenever dark stubble sprouted on my brow, she would completely lose control: "Shave it! Scrape it clean! Don't let me see those vile eyebrows!" She would drag a razor blade violently across my brow bone. Over and over, the skin tore open. The wounds festered, seeped pus, scabbed over, and tore open again. Over the years, fresh cuts permanently…