So I am slowly working over memories and piecing them back together (I had seizures when I was a child, last one nearly killed me and defiantly did damage to my memory). This one came to mind after reading an Ask Women post.

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My mom was really weird about the clothes I was wearing and how 'dressed' I was. If any male or female came over to our house, even family and even on just a casual day. I ran around in shorts, tank tops and t-shirts because I am a living furnace and get hot quickly, even in winter. In the summer if we were at the pool and I got out to go walking into the home, in my bathing suit, my mother would make me put a towel on. Not because I was wet, but because I wasn't 'dressed'. Looking back on it now, and some other behavior of hers when it came to male relatives, I am disgusted.

I finally got really annoyed with her by the time I was around 16 and snapped one day in front of my grandmother (Who I adored because she always said 'If you got it, show it'). Mom was trying to make me go upstairs so grandma wouldn't see me, so I shouted at her "I AM DRESSED MOTHER! I'M WEARING CLOTHES RIGHT NOW!" while tugging at my shirt and shorts.

My mother was mortified and grandma was none to happy with her. I was told to go upstairs by grandma and while she had no issue with my clothes while I was home, I needed to pick out something to go to lunch in. Through my floor I heard her yelling at mom about trying to make me change my casual clothes.

So yea, grandma who grew up little house on the prairie style, married a preacher, owned their own church, and was a very religious woman. That woman was more accepting of how I was dressed in the house, than my mother. My mother, her daughter, who she raised. Ain't that just sad?