Huge sympathies to those of you who've endured such mean parenting.
I'm lucky I didn't have much to deal with regarding my appearance, apart from DM always wanting me to have weird haircuts and dressing me like a Victorian doll in a variety of dowdy home-made fashions. I was a very plain child, skinny, with glasses, and never felt confident in my looks, but it wasn't DM's doing specifically.
Actually, I have a slightly related issue concerning DD2, whose personal hygiene leaves a lot to be desired. She walked around Amsterdam with hair dripping with grease (she said she showered...
) and it is very difficult to ask her to change her habits without being critical. She gets upset when I speak to her about it, but it doesn't seem to change.
Anyhoo, the holiday continues.... what a difference a day makes! Yesterday was bright and sunny; we set off from Enkhuizen on a 17 mile causeway across the Ijsselmeer - just the most stunning drive. Then across Flevoland, with the DCs boggling at a landscape that, until the mid-50s was under the sea - not a tree, building or road more than 60 or so years old. And wind turbines in every direction - no fears from the Dutch that they might be unsightly. I counted over 70 in view at one point.
Now we are in Centreparcs - not a hint of Hitler's bunker, BTM, although, cycling round, we have seen a few of those... . We have a "posh" villa, on the shores of a huge lake, and from our terrace we cannot see another living soul. Trees and wildlife everywhere. The villa is stuffed with unnecessary things: UV lamp in the shower, three coffee makers, sauna, and an outdoor shower, enthusiastically embraced by DH and DS (just as well we have no neighbours). Honestly, it's so lovely here I have no burning desire to join the masses in the "tropical dome" (it has terrapins and parrots and all sorts) but no doubt I will get dragged there at some point. The DCs have gone skiing in the snow dome.