All I want is to be 18. Being 17 is the worst.
I can take care of my own life. I can make my own choices. Sure, they might not be great ones, but at least I can make them without judgment.
I want to be back at IMSA. At IMSA I could at least make choices about what to wear, whether I wanted to do my nails and/or makeup, what time I went to sleep, what time I cleaned, what I ate, etc. Now, I come home and my mom hates on my nails, hates on my sleep patterns, and treats me like I'm a freaking breakable object.
Yes, I went to the doctor. Yes, I had an MRI this morning. Yes, I have one bulging disc and two compression fractures. Yes, some of the fluid has leaked out of two of my discs. Yes, the bulging disc has gotten slightly worse since my last MRI over a year and a half ago. No, my compression fractures haven't gotten any worse.
This does not mean you need to treat me like I don't understand what's going on. This does not mean you need to sit there in horror as the doctor is talking about this. Let me live a little. If I'm in pain, I will stop. I'm not a masochist. I don't LIKE being in pain. It's just that I can deal with it.
Doesn't your body technically belong to you when you're 16? Why can't I make decisions about my own well-being? It's my body. If I can legally get an abortion, why can't I go to the doctor by myself?