polar-solstice:

Werewolf as an allegory for something other than AIDS/Mental Illness: Mixed ethnicity children

(I know, you’re about to get mad, because this could go very wrong, but I’m referring to myself.)

I’m referring to that feeling when they stare into your face and see the shape of your bones, the texture of your hair and they smile because they know you, you are them. But then you put a toe out of line, speak the magic words in a tongue they don’t understand and there you are, a feral other, a monster that has snuck into the village in the skin of a woman they knew. You are a beast, a travesty, cursed, made of sin, and so you flee, clutching your secret to your chest and praying they never find you out, or else you stride into the woods, forced to chose a side and choosing instead to run free and alone.

But there is a beauty to this. You are not at home with one or the other, no, but in those woods there are others like you. You form a pack. Its not the one you expected, but they’re family, and they love you for the whole of you.