My name is Juju,an aspiring artist,an accomplished dancer and a lesser accomplished woman.
At least according to my mum. "You're too strong",she says when I dance.
"You have no boobs, nothing a man would want",she scrunches up her face when she speaks,like she perceived something disgusting or when I'm painting she screams"Get out of your head and stop living in fantasies,take care of your body more,a woman must be practical too".
But at times,no I mean everytime.
I wish I could leave her,go to a world were I was revered,like a Queen. Loved by all,no nagged at by my mum. I wish I could dance and paint all day.
Well...my name is Juju and this is my story or did I say that already,I got lost in my daydream.