Breathe in, breathe out.

You’ve been feeling this way for a while now. Ever since you were born, you felt out of place with the other kids. You were different. For some reason unknown to you, you never felt comfortable in your skin or sexuality. As you grew up, you’ve come to accept yourself and even told some people about it. Though, there was one person you didn’t tell.

Your mother, Lana Del Rey.

Outside of your bedroom was your mother, talking on the couch with Chuck and Charlie — her sister and brother aka your aunt and uncle. They already knew since you told them, but you asked them to come over for some emotional support as you were going to come out to her.

As you hesitantly open the door, walking out to the living room, you felt yourself getting more nervous.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Your mother’s face lit up when she saw you, smiling. “Ah, look who decided to finally come out of their room.” She says before noticing how nervous you looked, tilting her head. “Hun, what’s wrong?”