I don't know if my mom's ever gossiped about me, but my aunt sure has, and she was talking about my chest size. Oh dear lord, thanks for telling me that my chest size is incredibly big. Atleast she thought I was a pretty girl, but I was on the quest to find myself? Wtf. Find myself? I was on the quest of finding out who I was when I was maybe 12. People go nuts whenever you dye your hair outrageous colors and then they think it's some adolescent phase. I dyed my hair because it looked damn hot. In any case, yeah it drives me nuts, but I think my dad talks lowly of me all the time. I'm to the point where I don't really care. My mom respects my space though, she's cool.