Dear Dutch aunts, uncles and cousins
I hope that when I grow up, I won't have to deal with you anymore. You've been mean to me for as long as I can remember. When I was little, you always did cruel things to me and now that you know I can stand up for myself, you ignore and avoid me. I hate you all and your obsession for tan skin, bleach blonde hair and skinny, curveless bodies. Locking up small children in suitcases to be left there until grandma finds them, telling them they're the least pretty of all the children in the family, telling them they're to girly and excluding them in everything you do with all the other children isn't funny. This is just the beginning of the long list of cruel things you've done to me. These things are mean, but not cruel enough to sue you. I must say that was very clever of you. Why did you specially pick me out? Because I'm not light blond like the rest of the grandchildren? Because I don't have a sausage shaped body like the rest? Because my mother is Hungarian? You know what, I'm eighteen now, I'm still living with my parents and grandma is still alive, but when I finally live on my own or when grandma dies, I hope I'll never have to see you again. Hopefully I'll be able to start my own life and get myself a new and better family full of nice people who don't try to make me feel bad about myself all the time. Tonight I'm going to dye my hair darker and I'm sure you will hate it. I'm not planning to go and get tan this summer either and follow a diet, which will make you hate me even more. I don't give a shit, I don't want people like you to like me.
Fuck you all,