I wish my mum could see this movie. My mum who doesn’t know why she still remembers how many calories is in a single peanut out of every lesson at school, who has to earn food, who pulls at her stomach, and sighs at her wrinkles, who took 20 years to stop dying her hair, who says she’s too old to wear certain things, who says nobody wants to see ‘this’ meaning herself.
Unfortunately my mum hates gore as much as she does ageing so that will never happen. Nor will she ever read this, but still. I love her a lot.
