Isn't she just mean?
No, your mother isn't! Through your days of being a little kid you interacted with other little kids that didn't always look, talk, or dress like you. At that time you knew they were different than you, but perceived them no different than you. There was no sexuality, just gender. There was no black or white, just color. There was difference, but no care. However, as you became older the differences started to matter because that's how society identified who is who. To society it mattered if you're black or white, gay or straight, rich or poor. How you identified yourself was an indication of where you were in terms of knowing who you are. You may didn't like who you were so you flaunted as the person you knew society would accept. You flaunted to escape the bullying, the pain, the exclusion from others. Unknowingly, that flaunt you was weaker than the real you.
Isn't you just fake?
Yes, you were. That is okay, because we all were fake (at sometime in our life) as we portrayed ourselves as someone more likable, more gullible. The truth of the matter is that we often know who we are but desire to fit more in a circle than our own square. If you failed geometry like I did, you wouldn't understand that a square and circle aren't much comparable! The point is who you are is your smile, your passion, your dream. Who you see in the mirror is exactly what you look like and that's apart of you. There is nothing wrong with what you see in yourself, unless it's pinning you down from being the best you in personality, character and in faith. Anytime you forget who you are call and ask, "Mother I am who?"
You are who she loves, be who she loves.