My feelings were never valid because I was a child, conceived of your sin; born from your womb. Even as an adult to express hurt or anger or disappointment in your eyes is a display of disrespect.
My depression was never valid in your least favorite child. You sought counselors for your son but told me I have an attitude problem.
My hunger is never valid because I eat too much in your eyes anyway. For years I trained my body to sufice with the minimum for the sake of a size, starving, losing my hair and my period but I’m never enough.
Now I’ve had enough. I think we need to take a break. Not out of spite but for the sake of my sanity.
I will never find validation with you.