My aunts wedding is in a month and when me and my *cough* homophobic *cough*grandma went to the mall to pick out a dress, I asked my grandma, not know how s*xistmy grandma was, if I could wear a suit to the wedding, so it would make it more bearable.She pulled me aside from my siblings and whispered to me that suits are for men anddresses are for girls. It shattered my heart and I even teared up. That happened abouttwo months ago and yesterday when my youngest siblings had a performance and mygrandma and grandpa had to come, she told my mom just loud enough for me to hear. Icame up with in excuse and said, “No, what? I pointed to a dress” I said, stuttering slightly.“Oh really, what did it look like?” She asked, not confident of my answer. “Uhm… I think itwas yellow…” I said, thinking like I couldn’t remember. “Oh!” She said, delighted. I wasrelieve that she believed it but mad how she is just rude about it and how I’m beingmyself
