The holidays are the “happiest” time of the year.

Ever since I can remember I have always known my mother was different.

I can’t wait to go back to bed tonight is the first thing I think of when I wake up every morning at 5am.

I don’t like myself much. I can’t remember the last time I did. I avoid looking at myself in mirrors. I dress in big baggy clothes to hide my figure. I even keep to myself most of the time out of fear of doing/saying the wrong thing. So, how did this happen?