Diary ng Mataba [COMPLETED]

DIARY #6

Dear Diary ,

A few weeks later, my mom and I were shopping for some new casual clothes. "You said you needed pants, right?" My mom's voice echoed through the men's fashion aisle, the place where most, if not all, of my clothes had come from. I looked up at her and felt something inside of me churn. Hard. It was now or never.

"Actually," my voice barely squeaked. "I was wondering if maybe I could...get a pair of leggings."

My mother looked at the pair of Great Value denim jeans she'd picked out for me, then back at me, and scrunched her face up. I was petrified. But then she let out a breath and set them back on the display table. She said, "Anything you want, baby."

I didn't expect her to let me switch up my wardrobe so drastically. She realized that she had to let me make my own decisions about how I want to look. I think she was secretly proud of me for finally speaking up.

My mom doesn't think I'm ugly. She is just grappling with the remnants of her own abusive past. Being big herself, she was exposed to a lot of verbal bullying when she was a kid-and most of it came from her own mother.

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Love yana