I've been visiting my parents for the holidays and obviously
I've had to hear same things all over again: How according to them I'm doing harm to myself, that it's all just a phase anyway, that I'm actually fat and ugly (
bruh), that I'll never be […] and so on. Usual stuff.
But there's one thing that makes it really ironic and honestly hilarious to me. Namely, how often my mother refers to me as "she"
by accident or uses feminine grammar towards me and then "corrects" herself right away, pretending that it didn't happen. I've never seen her doing that to anyone else other than me.
It's like, deep inside, she really does see me as a woman, but her beliefs and prejudices can't let her accept that, leaving her in that conflict. It's truly fascinating.