I woke up today and sighed. Exhausted. Getting all dolled up is what gets me out of bed in the morning but I take it all off before I leave. I can already feel eyes staring me down while he eats his fries, like I'm part of his meal. I look down the entire time pretending to be busy. I do a lot of that. I pretend I don't know why I can't stomach meat anymore but so I don't face ridicule for those who don't understand. They claim I don't understand. The people who don't understand why I don't eat meat are those who never known what it's like to be anything other than a predator. Dominant. Handed the good hand in life. I've learned, well adapted, to always being submissive. Don't make them mad. Go unnoticed and you will live. That's why I freeze when I'm put on the spot about my beliefs. Maybe that's why I cry every time someone wishes me happy birthday. It's the happiest day of the year right? All the attention is on me.