PERFECTLY IMPERFECT♡

dear parents

There is something i find equally funny and disturbing, people planning for my future. I'm not taking the power from you for you to imagine, to dream, to wonder how my life will be like.

Your greatest mistake was when you sat down and planned my life for me, when you had a detailed outline of whom I'm to be, what occupation I have to have.

See the problem in that is that i also sat down and i had my own plans on how to succeed, on how to prosper, and on how to flourish.

I believe we both wish for the same thing in the end but that word detailed changed a lot of stuff, your planning of my life shouldn't have been detailed to every point because right now I tell you the moment  I walk out that door I will make my own decisions.

Choices about my future and in the long process one planning has to undermined and sadly it won't be mine because when I lay down at night I dream of whom I am to be and my dreams are too important not to achieve. Yes I'll do somethings from your planning but please don't be heartbroken when some pieces of the paper you wrote on are in the bin, crumbled up and torn to pieces.

Your greatest wish is for me to be a doctor, to have the title doctor but what I want, I want to be a writer. To inspire and help people regardless of what title I own.

Thank you for having the time to sit down and plan my future, it was very well appreciated and needed at some point, but just know you once had dreams too and the way I see it you achieved them, so please give me the chance, the opportunity to achieve mine.

Another thing that worries me is my sexuality, see in your mind as I'm a girl, I  know my whole life growing up you've both wanted to walk me down the aisle, to give me away to my future husband.

But let me say something first:

Don't assume because I am a girl, I am to marry a man because usually it never works out that way, and maybe from a young age if you could've showed me that liking the same gender was not a problem you would have also grown to understand it and don't mind it too.

Mother, all you've ever done is create imaginary boyfriends for me, they are not real mom. You asked about a boyfriend and suddenly I heard you say his name was Ben, but Ben is just another classmate that I know nothing of, but you made yourself believe he was my boyfriend.

So mom, the boyfriends aren't real and I hope you won't see me as a liar when I grow old and tell you that you made them up and I went along with it because if i had told you about my fantasies for girls you would have rejected it, you would have rejected me.

Sincerely
The teenage girl

Ps. I'm not as innocent as people assume I am, but I'm not as rebellious as they say I am too.