It’s interesting watching how my mother handles my brother’s insecurities and comparing it to how she handled mine.
My brother asked to use makeup to fix something he didn’t like. My mom’s immediate response was to try to assure him that there was nothing to be insecure about. When it was me in that position, my mom’s immediate response was to agree with me that the insecurity needed to be covered, and later to get angry with me for not covering it.
There was another time where he wanted to shave under his arms, and my mom expressed worry about him potentially being clumsy and hurting himself with the razor. When I’d told her that I was clumsy and kept getting cuts that wouldn’t stop bleeding so I wanted to stop shaving, she got angry and told me I needed to be more careful and that it was ridiculous to want to stop shaving because I wasn’t careful enough.
Why does my brother get to be told he’s fine as he is, but I had to endure being told the opposite?