Your Facebook or Twitter is the one corner of the entire solar system where you feel free to be yourself. Or it used to be, until Mom found the Internet.
Does refusing to friend your sister or mother mean you have strong boundaries, or that you’re ashamed of your roots?
How do you tell someone you love that you aren’t ashamed to be metaphorically naked, but that doing it while Dad watches is like being naked in front of your boyfriend and the Planned Parenthood doctor at the same time?
Better than that, I hope.