"Am I a freak?" I ask my self looking in the Mirror, "Most definately"
"Dear, you aren't a freak and that's final. You got to get over those feelins if you want live your life normally."
I was shocked, Mom had come in during my musing.
"Les, you're a beautiful girl, no matter what," She says grabbing a brush and running it through my hair.
"Now say to me, ' I'm a beautiful girl, and I am not a freak ' "
"I...I'm a b..eautiful girl," I stammer
" ' and I am not a freak ' ," prods my mother
"I am not a freak"
"Their you are dear, it wasn't hard was it now? Your party starts at 6pm, why don't you go out and find something to do."
What she didn't really understand was yerterday, I wasn't a woman, nor a...Whatever you call me. Why didn't she remember? Why did I change in the first place?Why me?Why?Why?WhyWhyWhy...
I really got to get out sitting around the house is sending me insane. |