I hate sharing what I consider true vulnerability with my family
I’ll tell them I failed a test
But never how insecure I am
My mom thinks I’m this glowing confident girl
She thinks I don’t care about what others think of me
Care about boys
Or drama
None of it
In her mind, I am secure and mature
But I’m not
I hate myself so much
I hate my flat chest
My unruly hair
My wide nose
My skinny body
My red hands
My huge ears
My uneven eyes
But I’ll never let them know
I’ll call my sister beautiful and pretend her prettier face doesn’t make me squirm

I’ll keep my vulnerability hidden from them