I suffer on women’s day because I look like a woman, but I am not one. People see me, a person who…
I am not a woman. I am NOT a woman. I AM NOT a woman.
I may pass as one, by sight or sound, but I am not a woman.
I am NOT she, girl, lady, woman. I may have breasts, or ovaries, or vulva. But my body does not define my identity.