I know what i look like. I know how my voice sounds. I know i barely pass. It hurts. It gives me anxiety attacks. It makes me depressed, and think of suicide. I look in the mirror, and I don’t see myself. I see a girl. I’m not a girl

I cut my hair. I wear a binder. I lower my voice. But I’m still a girl. I know someday i will be the me i want to be. I know that someday i will live the life i want to live. I will be great. I will be

A HE

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