My Sister moved out when she turned 18 and stayed away. All because of our too-strict Mother's insanity when it comes to boys. I was so embarrassed by the scene she just threw, screaming at me in front of my new boyfriend and making him leave before I could explain anything to her; she called me so many rude names in front of him, too.Never in my life had I ever heard my Mother speak the way she did to me and the way she spoke about my body was completely uncalled for, let alone in front of a complete stranger.I was captain of the senior class track team and ran every morning before school; it was the only sport I was allowed to participate in since the uniform allowed the school's sweatpants and t shirts.I was surprised that my psycho Mother approved of it; but only as long as I bought the pants a size or 2 bigger than my actual size, of course.She would only buy me plain bras and panties in neutral colors to go with my plain baggy t shirts and loose sweat pants; she very rarely bought me jeans and, when she did, they were usually a size too big.
I get special after school treats from him most weekdays behind my Mother's back; an ice cream cone from one place or a fancier shampoo and conditioner than the generic one my Mother buys me.
My arm and leg muscles thickened when I had discovered a love of volley ball, but my Mother put a stop to that when she saw the team uniform was the tiniest pair of shorts.