My mother was a very superstitious woman. She never preached to me about the 7 years of bad luck one is cursed with from breaking a mirror or the possible fatalities someone may incur from walking under a ladder. The superstitions I clench to are not biblical verse but tales of aesthetic undesirables, “Don’t squint, your face will be stuck like that”, “Chocolate gives you pimples”, “The sun makes your skin splotchy” (she was a victim of Melasma) and my personal favorite, “Eat more melons to make your breast grow bigger”.
Did these funny factoids give me a complex, absolutely not! What my mother achieved by passing down these corky...Read More