FaceShip

I don’t think my BM took reproduction seriously…like me. I honestly feel like she thought she’d birth a bunch of minion mirrors. And that was true, until she had a martian that looked nothing like her…mentally. When I was younger, I didn’t know the emotional effect this lack of resemblance would have on my psyche. But the older I got…the more I realized that inheriting confidence, from a woman who resembles what this world considers beautiful, was impossible. Because our reflections were night and day. I did my best to blend in like the rest of my siblings, by cosplaying her characteristic traits…but that just led to dissociation. Which left me feeling like an alien…trapped in spaces…with domestic terrorists.