for her whole life, demi had been compared to men.

she had been told to be more feminine, told she was disgusting for the way she acted, all of it.

when you and her met, you were both pretty young, only twenty.

you were a closeted lesbian trying to figure out how to come out to your parents knowing that your father was homophobic, and your mother was unaware about how shitty he was since she hadnt seen him since the divorce.

the two of you clicked immediately, talking about your struggles with gender and sexuality while also being best friends.

you eventually started dating. you were basically always seen together, demi holding onto you.

she had been having a rough time with a specific interviewer who had told her that she should be in mens wrestling, not womens, which caused her to relapse.

when you found out, all you could do was hold her as she cried about how she should be more feminine instead of acting like a man.