Please don’t comment on why I don’t dress like your little girl anymore. It’s already hard enough as it is with society accepting who I am. I look up to you the most, and yet you make it harder on me to feel comfortable being who I really am. It’s hard when I come home from college to visit and you comment on what I’m wearing. Why should it matter? I’m still your little girl. If anything I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Is that not enough for you? I’m not like you, I don’t like dressing up like other girls. You make me feel like I have to, and when I do, I don’t feel like myself. I know it takes time for you to accept who I am but you make it harder for me to feel comfortable in my own skin. Please understand that I’m not the daughter you’d thought I’d grow up to be, but just know I’m happy and maybe one day that will be enough for you.
Just stay patient. It just takes time. I know it’s hard, but you want to give your parents time to ease into who you are. Once you come out, in some way it changes things forever. I promise it. Gets. Better.