My mom always demands evidence photos of me, but this time she told me that the photo I sent her was fake

OMG this. I'm 22 and my mom would frequently send me messages telling what I should eat, questioning me if I had taken shower, what clothes I should wear and telling me something it's not my style while disapproves all my choices, telling me not to climb a mountain because I would be tired, telling me to cut my hair because it's too hot in summer despite that I have been telling her FOR YEARS I'm keeping it long, telling me if I got xxx condition I should get xxx meds even though there isn't remotely a suggestion of such condition occuring(which includes how I shit and how's my period, literally randomly telling me if I got this shit I should be eating that), telling me I should be doing this even though I try to tell her FOR YEARS that's not what I want.
I'm bloody 22, I don't need you to tell me what to eat and wear, when to bath and what to take based on your imagined medical conditions.
It's so suffocating, being constantly told what to do, the tiniest details of your life being commented, your every actions judged, and your opinions discarded. Every conversation with her feels like a lecture, while she's the teacher and I am the student sit and listen.
I feel tremendously sad and angered whenever she tells me to cut my hair, FOR YEARS. This is my hair, this is my body, I don't need you to tell me what to do because you DECIDE that I would be uncomfortable. I feel violated by her constant suggestion and ignoring me saying no. Like I don't have a say on my body and she gets to decide. She worries about it getting too hot, she worries about me not cleaning them frequent enough. This summer I finally decide to cut it a little bit shorter because it starts to be inconvenient while doing sports, and just while I was still pondering if I should cut it shorter and told me to cut it again. I felt so angry. If I cut it I feel like I'm doing what she tells me to do and somehow she wins the control of my own body. I ended up crying in the shower. I almost decided not to cut it simply to defy her. I cut it anyway, to respect my own wish. Yet somehow I feel like losing a battle.
Aaaaaaaanyway.... it's late and I'm rambling...

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