Thing is, Mom treated me like a doll. No, not the fragile kind of stuff...it's like I have this strange feeling that she enjoys picking up clothes for me, lay them on my bed, and then forces me to pick one and wear it. @__@; She's like...an excited child picking outfits for her doll... <_<;
I rarely wear things that...sort of...stick to the skin, y'know? Tight stuff. Hate them.
But the choices she have me is either a flowery blue shirt with this ribbon at the waist...
Or a black tight long-sleeved shirt, with this loose grey no-sleeved shirt made of wool thing...
I definitely picked the black one. -.-;
Well, after wearing the pants, I slipped on the black shirt. It wasn't as tight as I thought, in fact...it's creepily confortable. ...Until I faced the miror...
My reaction was total shock:
"Oh Moy God.... What the hell... What the hell... What the hell?!"
I kept spinning in front of the mirror to see that girl I saw there was really me.... I seriously cannot believe what the hell am I seeing....
I have curves?! Dood. I. HAVE. CURVES?!! What the HELL!!
I've been wearing L-sized clothes for years. And now that I'm wearing an S-size...I HAVE CURVES?!!
Seriously, it still shocks me.
Cause my brother's been pestering me on how fat I am, till I believed him to death.
And now, looking at myself in the mirror... oh my God....
...X_x;; (slaps self)
Mom ranted on how '
...Maybe it's because I'm too scared to grow up. I'm scared to face the future. On what's gonna happen... I wanna be a kid forever... ...I'm scared to move on. (sighs) ...Oh man, I can't believe one stupid shirt dragged me back to reality... >_>;
My body now scares me. (shivers)
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