I can't really pinpoint where I will be starting. I guess that it would not be accurate to say that I was born like this. My parents raised me to be a traditional Catholic. So I never really questioned the body that God put me in until I was ten. Although, I had noticed differences between myself and the other boys when I was a lot younger. My parents have told me that my identifying as a girl has been a problem since I was five. I have never seen the reason why they called it a problem. Whatever the case, I remember my dad telling me about transgirls when I was a little kid, telling me that I wasn't one, and that they were stupid and dirty. I grew up believing that, but continued to wear feminine clothing. Every time my parents found out, they would either confiscate or destroy the clothes. So fast forward a few years until I was in grade six. I had started asking more questions around the school about transgirls, only to find out that they were shunned by society. I had started to grow my hair longer, and people started to mistake me for a girl. I was thrilled whenever someone called me a girl. Bringing me up to part two.
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My Story (MtF)
Non-FictionA story about a lone transgirl trying to find herself. TW: Rape, Suicide, Self destructive behavior, domestic abuse (for lack of a better term)
