In The End, There Was Only One Thing I Wanted To Do And My Family Destroyed That Also

Anonymous Anonymous in Your Story on 27 February, 2018

I was 6 when I realized how much drawing things that I imagine makes me happy when I found myself drawing on a wall while hiding behind an open door. Ever since that day, I started sketching every possible thing that comes to my mind. I do it anytime and anywhere - in my textbooks, class notes, walls, even a small piece of paper would do.

It was all going well, until one day when my mom went through my school bag and class notes and she found the papers everywhere with drawings on them. She yelled her lungs out at me for ruining my books like that.

I was traumatized enough to never do it again. It was when I was in my early teens, I realized how much I liked fashion and dressing up. I found myself watching tv shows and reading edits on magazines about designer outfits. And then, my dad lost his cool and started giving me lectures about how these things that I watch on TV where women show their skin, is disgusting. I was 17 when I passed my 12th grade and had to choose a course for college.

Although I knew that my family was going to be completely against my choice, I prepared myself to finally confess to them about my interest in fashion designing. But I could never confront them or fight for it because, I was too intimidated by my older brother and parents.

That was when my parents and my brother insulted my choices and told me things that I would never forget for the rest of my life. They somehow made me get into a science college which is a living hell for me. It completely devastated me, I completely lost hope. Because, there's no way in hell that I can ever be able to do things that I wanted to do since forever, now. My life has fallen apart. Not because of me, but because of the people around me.

Sometimes you want to do things in your life which you would love to do, but you can never do it because you're certainly not the one who controls your life, your family (that you hate) does.
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