“Walk faster”, “you’re too fast”, “clean your room it’s so ugly”, “seriously? That bag? You look like a boy”, “get out of your room”, “ don’t dress like that you look like a hippie”, “you know you don’t need that you don’t need to buy it with your money” or “your not a little baby” so when will I be prefect for you? My own mother? When will you accept me? When will you understand me? When will you love me? When will you let me be myself? thanks to my own mother my arms are scarred, bleeding and disgusting❤️ just like me ❤️