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and we'll never be afraid again
Monday, May 14th, 2012 06:08 amMy dad likes me best with my hair down.
He likes me in nice clothes, the ones I typically wear now—the dresses, the skirts, the well fitted shirts.
He prefers me to wear makeup, and heels, and earrings, and I'd assume lipstick if I ever wore that, but I don't.
He doesn't like short hair. He prefers women to watch their weight.
He likes things to be in their place. He wants to be shown respect.
When I was younger, I was such a daddy's girl. I hated being left home, for obvious reasons, so a lot of the time in the spring & fall, my dad would take me to soccer games that he was refereeing. I idolized him so much I became a soccer referee when I was 9 years old.
I had long hair until I got old enough to argue for short hair, and honestly, the long hair was probably a better idea, because I didn't know how to handle the curls, and it really didn't help that no one else I knew had curly hair. Except my dad, but his was way shorter, and mine just kind of looked like a mushroom, or distinctly triangular, until I learnt how to get it under control.
I'm the only one of the four kids my parents have that would never pass for white, under any light, no matter how little sun I get. Technically we're all tercero, octaroon, 1/8th Black & 1/2 Latino/a, but I'm the only one that really looks like it.
I'm the only one who's picked up smoking, too, like both my parents do. It's ironic, because when I was younger, I used to tear up their cigarettes, throw them in the bathroom trash so they'd be too disgusted to fish them back out.
( That's not the only thing that's ironic. [Trigger Warning: I don't even know what the fuck to call this...? So verbal abuse at the least, sure, no physical harm to me, can't say the same for my surroundings] )
He likes me in nice clothes, the ones I typically wear now—the dresses, the skirts, the well fitted shirts.
He prefers me to wear makeup, and heels, and earrings, and I'd assume lipstick if I ever wore that, but I don't.
He doesn't like short hair. He prefers women to watch their weight.
He likes things to be in their place. He wants to be shown respect.
When I was younger, I was such a daddy's girl. I hated being left home, for obvious reasons, so a lot of the time in the spring & fall, my dad would take me to soccer games that he was refereeing. I idolized him so much I became a soccer referee when I was 9 years old.
I had long hair until I got old enough to argue for short hair, and honestly, the long hair was probably a better idea, because I didn't know how to handle the curls, and it really didn't help that no one else I knew had curly hair. Except my dad, but his was way shorter, and mine just kind of looked like a mushroom, or distinctly triangular, until I learnt how to get it under control.
I'm the only one of the four kids my parents have that would never pass for white, under any light, no matter how little sun I get. Technically we're all tercero, octaroon, 1/8th Black & 1/2 Latino/a, but I'm the only one that really looks like it.
I'm the only one who's picked up smoking, too, like both my parents do. It's ironic, because when I was younger, I used to tear up their cigarettes, throw them in the bathroom trash so they'd be too disgusted to fish them back out.
( That's not the only thing that's ironic. [Trigger Warning: I don't even know what the fuck to call this...? So verbal abuse at the least, sure, no physical harm to me, can't say the same for my surroundings] )
