the holidays.
the holidays are hard.
i can’t do anything without being judged for every little move i make. if i blink wrongly or smile at my phone i get prosecuted for it.
i can’t wear a simple hoodie and pants in a place i call my home. just because we have “family over” - if you can even call them that.
during the holidays i don’t eat. because when i try to, they watch every. single. bite.
i don’t speak, or sit with the rest while they converse amongst themselves, i just get made fun of.
whether it be my weight, my hair, or even just how i say things.
i can’t say anything anymore. i’ve had enough.
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