It makes me feel bad when people are nice to me

More and more, I realize how backwards my family functions. Growing up, vegetables and fruit were a rare treat, and junk was the main staple of my diet. My sister is more in charge of family decisions that my parents. Hugs are icky.

Outside is bad. You have can work out with weights, but only boys go to the gym. The size of clothes that are purchased for you is your correct size, regardless of gender. You can't do both sports and academics. Physical ailments don't exist on gardening days. Angry is normal, being kind is a way to destroy. There is no other way of life.

Now, maybe you understand why I get scared when people are nice.

I'm still learning to comprehend that friends being nice means they love you.