Giving was never an option.

There is this one girl in our family. She has the most beautiful brown eyes and brown hair, as she is told by the whole family. The girl was different from the rest. Different that made the whole family against her. She always wanted to cut her hair, beautifully long brown hair that did not suit her mind. She was never once allowed, not even a little trim. People always complimented her slim figure, the figure she hated, people wanted her to be a model, she wanted to become an author. Everyone had these high expectations for her, but over the years she started seeing her true self. She knew her family's strong beliefs, so, she masked her true feelings. Saying thank you to the compliments that made her insecure, smiling when she knew her one dream could never come true. This made her angry, at anyone. Anger just wanting acceptance. Though, don't they all? Going on her phone made her more and more depressed, seeing how other teens were living her dream. She was yearning for a new life... university will be her ticket out, though she needs to finish two more years of high school first. She lies awake each night thinking what her family would think if she actually followed her dream, they would certainly disown her. Would her mom ever look at her the same? What would happen to the close bond she had with her cousin's and Aunties? What about her grandparents? There were so many questions, too many. Too many for her to go through alone. The amount of 'what ifs' were draining her energy, why was this so hard? She just wanted to be normal and loved. Can she not be given that?

I know all of this because I am her, and that 'her' is him.