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...I like what he's doing...right?
I mean...he's only helping me feel comfortable in my own skin...i think.
I was always just too shy to wear dresses...I only cut my hair short and wore saggy pants so I didn't have to stand out…
I tell myself that every night. That this relationship is fine. It's helped me, really. I have to stay in it because it's for the greater good. People don't like faggots.
I have my own little pep talk. It's charming, right? My fiancé loves it. He says he's glad I can motivate myself the way I do. Always says he loves my "fighting spirit". But I have to wonder, what part of me is strong? I've given up wearing the clothes I like. I've given up.
Winry's hands began to ball up into a red fist up fury, purple acrylic nails digging into the palms of her hands. It was all wrong.
So very wrong.
This engagement with Edward Elric. She viewed him as a brother. These gender norms she had to follow, because it was normal.
Everything was wrong.