Oh, my mom doesn't do stuff like that. She just doesn't like some of the clothes I wear, so she attempts to replace them with clothes she does like. She'll come home from shopping or take me shopping, and does the "Oh, but you look so pretty in this!" thing.

She has this crazy idea that I look good in blouson tops. My brother calls me "Puff" when I wear them, because that's what I look like. Puff puff!

I really don't mind it, because I wasn't teased at school for being either too smart or ugly. I mean, I am a dork, but I'm a sweet dork with soulful eyes or something like that.