Girls wear dresses they say. Girls are skinny and have big boobs and a butt as big as Kim Kardashians. They wear make — up to make themselves look prettier and presentable.
I’m a girl, but I don’t feel like one. If someone were to ask me if I prefer being a boy or a girl, I would say I would rather be a boy.
Being a boy you don’t have to wear dresses or make-up. You don’t have to pay attention to how you are set up by your parents to be presented as a girl. I despise it.
I cringe inside when I’m forced to wear whatever my mom puts in front of me.
“I love this outfit! See? It has a rose in the front of it and pink! Your favorite color! All the girls will be so jealous of you!” My mom says adoringly as she looks for the same one in her size.
Yet, my eyes dart towards a plain black tee on the other side of the aisle, where the boys section is.
Imagining myself as a boy is hard to see for people, including myself. I mean inside I am a boy, but on the outside I look like a girl. I hate being a girl!
Look at this way, if you had to choose between a puppy or a kitten, and you were given one of them, but you loved the other more would you like that? It’s like you are being pushed away from the other because your parents won’t allow such a thing. My life is full of misery.
If I could, I would dress myself up for who I am. Who I should be. The name they have given me would no longer be mine. It would be the way I should have it. I would be true to my real self, not the one I pretend to be. Shouldn’t we all be true to ourselves?