Relationships within the family are not more important than relationships outside the family. This seems more relevant in my family due to my grandmother on my mom’s side, who is racist, homophobic, and critiques everything about anyone in the family, especially me; while my friends won’t judge me because of my sexual orientation or that I am a little fatter than other girls my age, because they like me for my personality. In my family, it is hard to find a solid relationship with each other, because my grandma is exceedingly judgmental and we feel that we think the same thing as her because that’s how she has a conversation with us. She judges everyone in the family on their weight, how you dress, or your hobbies and your grades. She especially
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I used to love spending time with her because she would dress me up in my mother’s old dance outfits and take me shopping for holiday dresses. We would spend the rest of the time playing card games or looking at old pictures of the family. When I started getting older, around the age 12, I noticed her comments started to change, and her behavior toward me changed as well. During the days I stayed over she spent less and less time with me, cut down my portions sizes so I was always hungry. Soon I realized her comments were changing about the way I looked and what clothes she would buy me. Instead of saying how pretty I was she started saying oh I wish you would lose some weight, or I wish your mother would change your diet. The one comment that I keep hearing to this day is, you would be so much prettier if you were skinnier and not as fat. So I started paying more attention on how she treated my cousins growing up but they never gained the weight that I did they were always pretty and beautiful in her eyes and she would take them out for lunch or take them shopping because they needed new clothes, which she had not done with me since I was 8. One day My …show more content…
Coming from Nardin Academy, that’s who I befriended because no one else seemed to like me for me. When I first told my grandma that my best friend was a black girl named Terika she immediately asked how I could befriend such a person of that race because they are all thugs and use our taxes for their welfare money, and take all the scholarships. As soon as she stated that I became infuriated because this person chose to be my friend because she liked my personality and now I cannot invite her over to my birthday parties or anything because of how racist my grandmother is. I cannot tell her that I had my other best friend sleep over at my house because I knew she would throw a fit, but somehow she found out and started yelling at my mother about, how could she let one of those people to sleep in her house, and trust that nothing would get taken. Something Else I cannot tell my grandmother is my sexuality. Ever since I was 10 my grandmother always asked me of my brother was gay because he never really had a girlfriend, because he was not really interested in dating at the time, and I always told her no. When I turned 13 she started asking me if I was a lesbian, and of course I had to lie to her and tell her no even though I was just discovering that I liked men and women and learning that it was a real thing and that others were like that too. I have only ever come out to 3 people in my
I used to love spending time with her because she would dress me up in my mother’s old dance outfits and take me shopping for holiday dresses. We would spend the rest of the time playing card games or looking at old pictures of the family. When I started getting older, around the age 12, I noticed her comments started to change, and her behavior toward me changed as well. During the days I stayed over she spent less and less time with me, cut down my portions sizes so I was always hungry. Soon I realized her comments were changing about the way I looked and what clothes she would buy me. Instead of saying how pretty I was she started saying oh I wish you would lose some weight, or I wish your mother would change your diet. The one comment that I keep hearing to this day is, you would be so much prettier if you were skinnier and not as fat. So I started paying more attention on how she treated my cousins growing up but they never gained the weight that I did they were always pretty and beautiful in her eyes and she would take them out for lunch or take them shopping because they needed new clothes, which she had not done with me since I was 8. One day My …show more content…
Coming from Nardin Academy, that’s who I befriended because no one else seemed to like me for me. When I first told my grandma that my best friend was a black girl named Terika she immediately asked how I could befriend such a person of that race because they are all thugs and use our taxes for their welfare money, and take all the scholarships. As soon as she stated that I became infuriated because this person chose to be my friend because she liked my personality and now I cannot invite her over to my birthday parties or anything because of how racist my grandmother is. I cannot tell her that I had my other best friend sleep over at my house because I knew she would throw a fit, but somehow she found out and started yelling at my mother about, how could she let one of those people to sleep in her house, and trust that nothing would get taken. Something Else I cannot tell my grandmother is my sexuality. Ever since I was 10 my grandmother always asked me of my brother was gay because he never really had a girlfriend, because he was not really interested in dating at the time, and I always told her no. When I turned 13 she started asking me if I was a lesbian, and of course I had to lie to her and tell her no even though I was just discovering that I liked men and women and learning that it was a real thing and that others were like that too. I have only ever come out to 3 people in my