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Her smile was child-like and her laughter was unburdened and light. She drew people in and they orbited around her. Jane Goodall. The Angel on the outside, & the Devil on the inside. She was my number one enemy, my antagonist, my bully. The one that had bullied me since I was a newborn. That's right, my name is Janice Goodall. That antagonist I was talking about... That's my mother. Ever since I was a toddler, my memory consists of two things. Number one: Arguments. Lots & lots. Verbal, physical, physiological, financial, & even spiritual. Number two: Never getting along with my mother. She was the one that would always try to make me question myself. My body. As I stared in the mirror that morning, I could only think of what she would say to me now. Yes, that's correct. I am going to see her right now...