God. Something I didn't know I needed put into words.

When I was a teen, I saw girls' bedrooms and the things they got to have in them. Star projectors, sparkly curtains, glitter lamps, inflatable chairs.

I asked my parents if I could have a room makeover for my birthday.
I got one.

November 21, 2024 - 01:11 UTC

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I came home from a school vacation to a bunch of things 'proper' for my age and gender, and I had to pretend to like it because my family made it very clear it was what I was meant to have.
Then as I got older, I slowly threw away what things I _did_ like in my room.
It became a shell.
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Then one day I started putting my art up on my walls. My mother called it demonic and keeping up what little bit of identity I had was a battle.
I threw away many of my childhood plushes, including these two tiny kittens. One gray, one orange. I used to play with them every day.
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