In June of 1985 my mom wrote me this.
I have thought long and hard about a lot of things. Since you have never really asked me for anything, nor reproached me for anything, your requests have a great deal of weight with me.
I’ve always loved you as your mother, but let me say, I admire your person very much. You are becoming an individual I think people will take note of, and admire. These will also be those who do not like you, or admire you; and it is inevitable, if you are to be a true person, that will be true. The more true you are to yourself, the more there will be those jealous or not understanding. It’s a choice you make.
How true are you to yourself?