Today I made the mistake of letting myself think that I couldn't possibly hurt anymore, that I couldn't lose anything else and that things couldn't possibly become anymore difficult than they have been in the last few months. WRONG.

It's ironic how life cycles. This time last summer, I was in this exact same position with my parents. Except that time, it was actually over something I could somewhat understand. This time, I can't believe they're risking ruining the bit of relationship we've built lately over something as shallow and judgemental as appearance.