In the bathroom. My daughter was putting on foundation in the mirror. Her skin is perfect.
“Why do you wear foundation?” I asked. “At your age?”
“Because I’ve got skin like an old woman” she said “everybody teases me about it at school. I’ve got those things…that old men get when they drink …”
“Yeah, that. I’ve got tons of blemishes and I have to cover them up”
I sit on the toilet and sigh: “So apart from your weight, your height, the little bump on your eyelid and your old ladies’ skin…what else do people at school criticize about you? It seems, according to them, you are absolutely hideous”
“Look that’s how it is. Everybody cusses everybody else.” my daughter says patiently as if speaking to a retard.
“Yeah. ‘Course. Probably.”
“You slag off other people’s looks?”
“Well my friends and especially S.”
S. is particularly beautiful, tall and slim with almond-shaped eyes and great hair. She’s been spotted by model agencies.
“Everybody has a go at S” snorts my teen “because she’s so perfect”.
“Does she get upset?”
“Yes, sometimes she cries”
“So you are all making each other feel bad? I mean you come home and cry too” I state.