How do you tell your mother you're not who she wants you to be? In some way my mother expects me to be beautiful, girly, and attracted to guys. This question circled my mind for over a week. Mid-January has made my days loopy with my excessive thinking.
What do I say?
How do I start?
What do I say after that?
Coming out was the darnest thing I had to do. My palms get sweaty just by thinking about it.
"Allie!" The sharp voice of Jill and her snapping fingers released me from my thoughts.
"Yeah?" I pursed my lips and looked at her. She was holding up two brochures from two different colleges, one was tinted white and yellow all over, the other was a full blue.
"These two will bare be our future. I had made up my mind, I'll be an arts major, even if it means I'll starve one day." The
