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This is me reaching out...

I don't really know where else to turn. I can't talk to my family, their the cause of all this, I hate the thought of burdening my friends (again) with my problems and I don't want to make my boyfriend worry...
It's a dream of mine to study performing arts and eventually perform professionally - on Broadway, for example - and up till very recently, my family has supported me. I've had numerous different dance classes, voice lessons, piano lessons, guitar lessons, I've done drama and even the Nutcracker for a few years and now that I'm in my grad year it's like my mother and grandmother have decided to start telling me that I can't do it, that it's a pipe dream, that I'll never get into the college I want, that I should be more realistic, that I should give up... We can't even talk about it because whenever we try mom starts to freak out at me and go on her "I'm the mother and I know everything and you're the stupid teenager so you have to listen to me" rant and I shut myself away from her.
I want to study in the States but that's difficult to do since I'd be there as an international student. I'm even willing to give up going to Roosevelt (which is where I want to study more than anywhere else in the world) - if I'm accepted but am having an insanely difficult time of getting the funding - for something more reasonably priced but I desperately want to be in the US. Mom doesn't understand why and always brings it down to me wanting to get as far away from her as possible. It didn't start out that way. I've never been anywhere, I've never been allowed to do anything on my own (even decide which colleges I want to apply to... Sad, I know) and I wanted to be able to be my own person, to be completely independent and make my own choices but after all the fighting that we've done over where I'm going to end up, I just want to get as far away from her as possible. She doesn't understand how much this is hurting me, how after her and my grandmother take turns lecturing me and reminding me how I'll never be able to do it I go down to my room and cry. She doesn't understand just how much it kills me inside to hear them say that it's just a pipe dream, that it's not realistic, that I should give up...
I'm just so sick of all this. She'll yell and scream and fight with me over where I should go and what I should do and I always end up retreating to my room after her and my grandmother have finished and crying. It doesn't seem fair. It doesn't seem like too much to ask for a little support and to not yell at me and lecture me about everything I do because it is every little thing. For example, I started looking at Marshall University (deadlines, audition dates, tuition, scholarships, etc...) and she completely shut down my idea that "hey, maybe this could be a good back up in case it doesn't work out with RU" just because it was in the States. I have to stay in the Maritimes if I'm going to make her happy (because she needs to be in control of everything I say and do) but that's only going to make me miserable. The closer I am to her, the harder it is to be my own person and because I'm not 18, I can't tell her where to go and move out. I can't do anything till October when I do finally turn 18 and even then, I can't do much because I don't even have access to my own money. She's got that under lock and key too.
Another thing, she puts me down every chance she gets. She makes fun of my clothing size, makes fun of my weight, she even makes fun of my chest size and this only adds to all the crap that goes on here. For instance, I found a pair of old jeans that were too tight and because her hips aren't as wide as mine, she was able to fit in them. So she cracked a joke about how I should maybe lose a few pounds. When we go bra shopping, she makes fun of my because I'm not broad through the back but I'm a bigger cup size than she is. She rips apart how I dress, she's actually gone so far as to say I look like an "S&M Queen" (exact quote) when I came home from the movie theater because I was wearing my black high heels, a pair of skinny jeans, and a purple V-neck tank top with a black camisole underneath. And that's only what I can remember off the top of my head.
I don't understand why she's acting the way she is and, in all honesty, I don't care. I just want it to stop. I want her to just let go of this need to constantly be right and stop acting like my father (who, actually, treats me better. I've considered moving in with him just to get away from her) before she loses me the way he has. I stopped putting up with his crap and was able to because I had a place to go. Once I leave for college, I'm coming back long enough to grab the rest of my things and then I'm never coming back. If things don't start changing, I'll never come back. I won't stay in a place where I'm not wanted or where I'm not treated with the respect that I deserve. I just want to know why you think she's acting this way because, in all honesty, I don't have the slightest clue and I'm desperate for a way to make it stop... I'm absolutely desperate...