Hey. I'm Chloe Maziridos, my mum is Latina, our family comes from Spain. Growing up the topic on mental health didn't matter, it was shoved into a box, seemingly enough all that mattered on my immigrant mother's head happened to be marriage.
The type of girl that was attractive in America was tall thin blond with a bigger chest and hips. I looked nothing like an average beauty standard, I had to pluck my thick eyebrows every job interview, my skin was a mustard yellow toned brown, I had almost black eyes and a shit tone of acne.
Moving to America had to be set up too kill me, this is gods way of taking my life, right? As I understood right then this new life in Minnesota is going to be completely different. Nobody will care how I feel. It will not be in anyway of a normal discussion, although that's what I had thought.
For more background my mother "Ma" forced me and my brother too change our cultures given names and move to America, in hope to somehow find better work here. Have better suitors to be my husband. I didn't want that and my brother now called "Tim" did not want to leave our Pa but our mother was so quick to stop talking to him, to cut him out completely.
Reading between our lines isn't even where you can go, my life is always about reading past the lines. I mean I'm a 15 year old Spanish classified adult who is starting 10th grade this summer. This will honestly be torture, atleast Ma doesn't believe in Christmas
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Reading Past The Lines
Teen FictionFollow newly known Chloe through the Mexican American experience. Chloe is bisexual 15 and going into 10th grade at a new American high school, not sure how to conduct her mental health or feelings to anybody in her family. Chloe feels very alone Ne...
