I’ve spent my time in this body mulling over what I wanted to be in this world and I could never find a permanent answer until I looked at myself in pictures and mirrors and suddenly the light that had been lost in this eternal darkness of what I call myself finally had an answer that I could accept. I would always complain how if I was a boy I wouldn't have to deal with certain things like, people calling me cute and pretty or telling me how good a dress would look on me or periods. My skin would shudder at those types of comments and it made me feel more resentful against my gender. I didn’t want to conform with the body I was given and it wasn’t just because I was born a girl it was all because I didn’t feel like one. I simply wanted to escape this complexion that everyone around me saw me as. I wanted to find the real me buried inside under all these opinions and criticism. I felt cold like there was no fire in me that could unthaw how I felt until I searched for myself in books and videos online and found the answer I had been seeking since I was in the 5th grade. I had always wondered why I never felt like a girl or why I didn’t fit in with my friends who were girls and talked about feminine topics. I could never get behind it all so, once again I began to mull over and contemplate and research why I felt the way I did. Alas, I was finally free from blood dripping from my skin and tears staining my clothes more than food. I was Transmasculine. It made so much sense now. Why I couldn’t converse with others when feminine topics were brought up, why I felt strange in girls clothing, why feminine compliments made me feel distant from myself. I had now had an answer to my ever longing confusion and won this battle with myself but I still had to face the war. I still had to break through this wall of confusion and fear that these thoughts of mine have built. I still had to face it.
I have to face it.
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