I hate feeling like a hypocrite: wearing one thing in front of friends, dressing differently in front of family.
I wish I could share pictures of me enjoying myself at the beach, but I can’t, my father would have a heart attack at the sight of me wearing a two-piece.
Perhaps similar to the heart attack my mother had when she found condoms in my drawer. “I’m a virgin, Mom. It was present for when I turn 18.”
The hot red condoms were thrown out, along with the porn, cigarettes, and a lottery ticket. We never spoke of the incident again.
