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My newlywed husband said the same thing every morning. "You're beautiful today."
我的新婚丈夫每天早晨都對我說出同樣的話。“你今天真美。”
One glance in the mirror revealed that it was far from the truth.
只需往鏡子里一瞥就能揭示他說的根本不是事實。
A skinny girl with mashed hair on one side of her head and no makeup smiled back at me. I could feel my sticky morning breath.
鏡中的女孩瘦瘦的，亂亂的頭發倒向頭的一側，沒有任何化妝，她微笑地望著我。我還能感到早晨起來嘴里不大好聞的氣味。
“Liar,” I shot back with a grin.
“說謊，”我咧著嘴笑，回敬了他一句。
It was my usual response. My mother's first husband was not a kind man and his verbal and physical abuse forced her and her two children to find a safe place. He showed up on her doorstep one day with roses. She let him in and he beat her with those roses and took advantage of her. Nine months later she gave birth to a 9 lb. 13 oz. baby girl -- me.
我總是這樣回敬我的丈夫。我母親的第一個丈夫可不是個善良的男人，他粗暴的語言攻擊和身體虐待迫使我母親帶著兩個孩子去尋找一個安全的地方。有一天他出現在母親的門前，手里拿著玫瑰花。她讓他進了門，但他卻用玫瑰花打她，并強行占了她的便宜。9個月后她生了一個9磅12盎司重的女孩——就是我。
The harsh words we heard growing up took root. I had trouble seeing myself as someone of value. I had been married two years when I surprised myself. My husband wrapped his arms around me and told me I was beautiful.
長大過程中我們聽到的刺耳的話語也扎根在我心底。我難以把自己看作一個有價值的人。結婚兩年后我感到驚訝了。我的丈夫雙臂擁著我告訴我，我是美麗的。
“Thank you,” I said.
The same thin girl with the mousy3 brown hair still stared back at me in the mirror, but somehow the words had finally blossomed in my heart.
“謝謝你，”我說。
同樣瘦弱，一頭灰棕色頭發的女孩在鏡中盯著我，但是溫柔的話語終于在我的心中開花了。
