My mother taught us about other girls; how they look and dress to attract men, with makeup and tight clothing.
I do not paint my face, not because I don’t know how, mainly because I as a child, promised my mother I wouldn’t. As for tight clothes, I like breathing.
My mother had seven girls, when we were children, she asked us to promise her we would not wear makeup. She went on to tell us, if a man does grab us; grab hold of his dick and rip it off. 😶
However…she wore red lipstick?
My mother was always very pretty; so pretty men would advance us kids and ask us, what is your sister’s age and, if we would tell them our sister’s name, and ask her if she would go talk to them. <<<>>>Oh bother. Men.
We would laugh, “she is our mom.” Off we would scamper to tell her. She would blush, making her more beautiful.
The older I became she told me; only whores wear red. 🫣 but she wore red lipstick? I of course, always wondered about that. Hmm. She only wore lipstick, when she went out with her girlfriends.
To this day I cannot administer this makeup to my face. I do not know how; I look like a floozie. 😎 I guess it takes practice.
One day much older, I decided to dress all in red; yes, shoes as well. the face paint wasn’t going to be a problem, lol; not knowing how to wear the stuff. I looked like a street girl, just not standing on the corner. I laughed at myself in the mirror, most certainly looking like my mother’s rendition of a whore. ( nasty word ) shit, I feel bad typing it, I don’t ever use the word, there are a lot of words I do not use. 🤷♀️
Well, I drove myself to my mother’s home; my best straight face. That was hard. I knew what I looked like and what she thought of RED.
When I entered her home she was not in the area where she usually was, so I took my time to unpack my stuff and maintain my composure; get the giddiness out of the way, acting normal. 😮💨 waiting to shock her.
I figured my mom heard me ruffling around and came to see who was in her home. Me. So, when I figured she was close enough behind me I turned; hey mom. (Don’t laugh, don’t laugh) I kept telling my brain. (Wait, see what she says. 😏 That’s it stay straight faced.)
She said NOTHING!!
WHAT? 🤨 . . .Mom.
She knew me better than my own self. 😒 the scenario was not what I expected. As she said nothing, I said, “mom don’t you care how I’m dressed? I’m wearing all red?”
“I see that.” Was all she said. So, I said. 🤔, “but you said only whores wear Red? I did all this for nothing?”
Her response… “No, you look very pretty, you should be a model.” 😵💫 But I saw her smirk as she turned from me. “Mom, I thought you were going to be shocked or something there like that.” Nope, she played it more cool than me. I guess mother knows best, in the end, I probably should have went on to be a model. More money than factory work.Whatever, I washed my face, kept the clothes on; not bringing a change with me.
She laughed later. 🤣 I heard her.
I love my tales about Mother.
I don’t need makeup. I have always seen my good friend in makeup. That is how I met her. The day I saw her without makeup on, was so very confusing to the eyes. lol.
The End.
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