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From Lux:


What happened: When I was twelve years old, my mom decided to take me to the doctor to get my birthmark checked out (just a caution to make sure nothing was wrong). Mind you this birthmark is in a very private place and it had always been something I was self-conscious of. In the car with my mom and I on the way there were my older brother and sister. I was complaining about my birthmark a little bit and then out of no where my brother said "You know, no guy is going to like you because of that." The whole car went silent.

What I said: Nothing at all. I was mortified. He was the only male opinion of my birthmark that I had up until that point.

What I SHOULD have said: "Yeah maybe shallow, selfish, ignorant males such as yourself who I wouldn't want to be caught dead with anyway." (Sorry, my brother is a bit of an asshole).

on the stairs

L'esprit d'escalier

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Or is it?

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