when i was a child, i couldn’t tolerate certain fabrics, so mom only bought me soft clothes. and i would still wear the same things all the time. i was a very picky eater, so she had to do her best to make the food i agreed to eat, because i wouldn’t eat otherwise(we were poor so it wasn’t easy). my grandmothers were frantically making the only two meals i agreed to eat. i could throw up if the texture was bad. i had my own way of walking and loved space. i’m 22 and it still hasn’t changed.
lavenduers 