My projections, in hindsight, were EXTREMELY inaccurate and kind of awful-looking, not helped at all by the fact that when I took the pictures I was at probably the most I've ever weighed and had already begun losing it by the time they came back But at the time I was delighted
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Like I literally printed the photos out and took them everywhere. I basically showed them to everybody I knew. I literally took them to work. I was so, so fucking excited to get FFS you guys. It was all very pure. But when my mom found out a few months later she lost her shit
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She'd known about my surgery for a while and was uncomfortable with it but she didn't turn on me so completely as when I actually showed her the projections. She was livid. Because the pictures didn't look like HER, and if I WANTED to be prettier, they'd make me look like HER
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She was really mad. Demanded to know why I hadn't simply sent both the surgeon and the artist photographs of her and told them to "make me look like that". She literally couldn't accept that a surgeon would decide the best results would make me look anything BUT more like her
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And from there she started to get very infantilizing in a kind of classical way. Told me "I hadn't done enough research" on FFS and "didn't know what I was getting into" She glibly INSISTED I could, and should, get my money back as if these kinds of surgeons just do that
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Argued with her on a near-daily basis in the weeks leading up to me flying to Argentina Even though I'd had all this planned out for _literally a year_ after years of preparation and a LIFETIME of researching trans stuff she acted like I was a child getting taken advantage of
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Anyway when the day finally came for me to fly out to Buenos Aires and make contact with the person assigned to assist me, I arrived at the airport to discover that my mother had purchased a more direct flight to the city and was already waiting at Arrivals with said assistant
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I think we've beaten this bit to death but I still can't get over what a pitch perfect wacky sitcom moment this is
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The fact that in order for this to work she had to specifically find a flight that would leave after you and arrive before you
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Penelope being the furthest away from the United States she's ever been in her life only to suddenly find who else but
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Immediately after the shocking reveal the Ron Howard narrator starting an explanatory flashback "Minutes after Penelope left the house, Wendy was on the Internet searching for a last minute flight to Buenos Aires of her own"
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"She was able to find a decent deal on a direct flight that would leave from the terminal adjacent to Penelope's one hour later while arriving two hours earlier, for a surcharge of only $800" *Wendy slams her fist into the desk by the computer* "FUCK"
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"In the cab on the way to the airport she was only the phone making a hasty excuse to her employer about traveling to Argentina to 'rescue her son', which, unbeknownst to her, would soon start a wild rumor at her workplace that she was involved with an international drug cartel"
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