The Wizard of Oz attempted to make me feel all warm and fuzzy about family and going home after being gone. But this is not the case for me. As a feminist and a lesbian going home is not the most pleasant thing in the world. Not to mention my parents being on my ass about my weight. So why should I go home for Thanksgiving? I will be trapped in my parents house, where they think they can control me, criticized over every bite that goes into my mouth and consistantly questioned or glared at.
Recently as well I have gotten a couple facial piercings which I know my parents will not approve of. I feel that I need to not go to avoid the bad experiences but I also really miss seeing my aunts and some of my cousins. I think I'll go if B is going just because we can be the outcasts together, but I dont know if I am ready to take the amount of criticism, that is waiting for me.
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