WHO is your strongest critic? My mum is mine. She can notice just about anything. Really, ANYTHING.
She will notice the flab (tyres, whatever you call it) around my tummy whenever I wear an outfit that’s tight-fitting. She will tell me not to wear such clothes and show off my ugly flab.
She will notice how I never wear make-up to work. She will nag me, whenever I return home from work, saying that I look like I’ve been out under the sun, like those workers who tar the roads! She still never tires of telling me, every day, to use some make-up.
She will notice the dust mots in my room. To me, my room looks clean and acceptable; to her, it’s still not-so-tidy. I often say that she has “scanner” eyes.
She dislikes the way I dress; she says I’m very cincai (not fussy). She often reminds me that in her day, she wore mini skirts and dresses. Girls in her days were very feminine, unlike those today, who go mostly for low-waisted jeans and tee-shirts.
But having mum as my biggest critic means that I strive to become a better person. I try to lose the flab around my tummy and avoid wearing figure-fitting clothes.
And my room is much cleaner now – it’s up to mum’s expectations. I make sure my clothes are neatly organised and hung properly, which makes my room look neat and clean.
Mum wants me to be presentable, always. Because of her, I take extra effort to take care of myself because I know it will be worth the effort.
At her age – she turned 56 in October – she is still very “stylo”. I think I should be proud that she is my best critic. – Marlina Sara Sylvester
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