A small hope, that one day they may accept you

In my family I am the black sheep. Everyone is considered religious. Everyone is more close connected. For me, I’m the only one into anime. I’m the only one that’s very different, before then they used to look at me, “oh my God, why is she here”. Like, “why is sh”… hold on I’m sorry. [crying] It’s more like, why was she here, but afterwords, as the years went by it kind of went more like, oh she’s actually here, what is she doing next. They actually started wanting to see what I started doing, what conventions I started going to. Before, they used to hate it really. They used to think that it was one of the things that God would not want. Now it’s better, technically. They love it now. People can overcome it, at one point. As much as it hurts right now it kind of just overtime, maybe, a small hope that one day they may accept you.

I am dressed as Etsuko Yobashi. She is still a baby and very mischievous, playful. She loves her father as well, and all her friends. She uses Foxfire and doesn’t have control of all her powers yet. She’s technically kind of based off me, my own personality and what is me at the same time. She’s someone I created all myself. She’s for the story that me and my friends are creating. She’s an original character.

I still have a little ducky, it’s like Pillow Pet. I still have it right next to my bed that I sleep with every night. It was given to me by my sister, actually, which was the one that I connected most with and felt most safe with. My stepsister.
It helps me sleep at night.