She woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me that my mom shouldn't have married her son. She said she was ugly and she called me such a disgrace. She grabbed my hair and said all you have to do is take one look at me to see how far they'd gone wrong. She said we make her jesus cry (yes, she has her own jesus I guess). As if jesus (any jesus!) would care about what I wear or what color my hair is. I started to argue with her, but she said she'd make me sleep in the shed again. I'd do it, but there's no AC out there. Haha.

I am beautiful. I think.