Mum, as you read this letter, I am oceans away from home. I know that it may shock you, but I could not keep up with your standards any more. The ball dresses were not my thing, neither were the stilletos.
I am girl, I get that, but I have a preference for calmer attires. Attires that seemed below your standard even when they were skirts or dresses. I tried as much as I could, but I was overweighed.
I also thought that when you noticed that my wardrobe was filled with more pants than skirts, you would appreciate me that way. However, you kept critiquing my dress code even when I tried to dress up in the dresses befitting my taste.”
Your socialite life, never matched mine, regardless of how hard I tried. Our tastes never tallied either. So I guess, with me gone, you will not have to put up with shame any longer.