Katya
Getting to my room, mom digs through my bag, grabbing me some clothes and passing them to me. It is an oversized shirt and some tights. Sniffling, I slip them on as she looks around the room.
She nods, glancing at me. "It's a nice room." Pulling my shirt on, I nod. She goes to say something but stops herself.
"What's wrong?" I ask when I see her lips purse, a sign she is upset about something.
Mom looks conflicted before her usual face slips on. Gone is my protective mother and in her place my biggest critic, I regret asking instantly as her eyes run the length of me in that judgy way of hers. "Why didn't you fight back?"
"I was naked!" I yell at her. What did she expect me to do?
"You made yourself look weak, they won't accept you if you look weak. You need to stand up for you
