Date Published: November 14, 2024
Time Published: 10:20 AM
Category: Prose
Subject: Gender dysphoria
Have you ever looked in the mirror and don’t like what you see? No matter how long or short your hair is, the caked on make-up or the lack of thereof, the clothes that don’t match your looks and your supposed gender—nothing is ever good enough to sate the clawing need to be somebody else within you.
The constant japes of your friends and family certainly doesn’t help.
“Are you a boy or a girl?”
They’ll ask, a question that even you don’t have an answer to.
They’re not aware of how much the question weighs so heavy on your shoulders, or how deep their words cut. They’re not aware that even just a simple question is enough to have you spiraling into another dilemma. But instead of giving them what they want you’ll smile and nod instead.
Because what else can you do? You live in a prison maze that’s so confusing that you only cope with whatever little freedom you have. You will choose to ignore it rather than face it. And even if you do face it—even if you cut your hair and change your name, there will always be the nagging voice at the back of your head saying “deep down you’re still the same.”
That is the one thing you should be ignoring.
Because no amount of hiding and ignorance can free you from the walls you built around yourself, and lead you to the person you truly want to be.
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