I got the haircut for my boyfriend.
I took Arts for my dad.
I learnt to cook for my mom.

When do I be myself?

Think discrimination, you think rape, abuse, foeticide, violence. Valid no doubt. But what of another form that might’ve crept in without your realising it. The one that doesn’t let you be all you can be. Know what it is, Speak up, reach out and stand up for yourself. CRY’s right behind you.

Am I discriminated?