Over-Exposed and Under-Appreciated
Sad fact: my mom had more cyber friends than I did. By the time I got home, she’d already read all about my negative exposure. Never to be outdone, she felt the need to scar me even more than my knocker nightmare already had by first showing me a picture of what I’d look like with a boob job…and then telling me that she’d gotten a boob job. Apparently, her new chest was purchased in lieu of an education. And her new ta-tas were her reward for raising me instead of going to college. Ho-ly tit. My mother was never subtle about acknowledging that I was more of a burden than a blessing.
But, misguided as my mom’s tactics were, at least in her own way she was trying to help. Which was more than I could say for Matty McKibben. My reality, without having my fantasy to look forward to, was becoming too hard to bear. But I knew just what to do. I’d take control of the situation.
In my fantasy scenario, I was gonna be the bad ass, the rebel. I’d be the legendary sophomore rock star that no one would ever forget. But in reality…I had thirty more people taking pictures of my tits.
Clearly, it was time to come to terms with the fact that what I wanted to happen and what was actually going to happen weren’t the same. From an early age, all girls are conditioned to expect a romantic fantasy. Maybe I wasn’t gonna be one of those girls who gets the fantasy in high school. Maybe I’d have to wait.
Surexposé et sous- apprécié
Traduction à venir ! ;)