I have irrational fears
They’re not funny though. Most of them are connected to my mom because she wrecked me. She reflected so many bad concepts onto me, like one time when I was 11 she was complaining about her weight.
My stomach looked bigger. I was scared that I’d blow up like a balloon.
My stomach looked bigger. I was scared that I’d blow up like a balloon.
One time, I was 12 and she noticed we had the same pant size, except her waist was 1 size bigger.
I didn’t have hips yet, I started falling into a bad place.
I didn’t have hips yet, I started falling into a bad place.
Eighteen days ago, I was nearly kicked out because my mom is transphobic but since that’s politically incorrect, she tried gaslighting me into believing that someone must have hurt my feelings for me to think about such “adult matters”
She was the only one who ever hurt me.
Ever.
Because she wanted me to be what I wasn’t. She wanted me to be her perfect daughter.
Ever.
Because she wanted me to be what I wasn’t. She wanted me to be her perfect daughter.