My Mother Told Me to Die, So I Did

I am the daughter of a rapist.

Years ago, my mother was forced to carry me to term.

As I grew, my face began to look more and more like the monster who ruined her life.

From that moment on, I became the filthiest, most disgusting thing in her eyes.

Whenever dark stubble sprouted on my brow, she would completely lose control:

"Shave it! Scrape it clean! Don't let me see those vile eyebrows!"

She would drag a razor blade violently across my brow bone.

Over and over, the skin tore open. The wounds festered, seeped pus, scabbed over, and tore open again.