why is it that when i wear a dress i get glared at?
why is it that when i wear makeup i get snickered at?
why is it that when i sing i get yelled at?
why is it that when i twirl around i get pushed down to the ground?
why is it that when i am song writing i get scolded?
why is it that when i cry im suddenly an outcast?
why is it that when i tell someone i need fresh air because i feel an anxiety attack coming, i get blinked at?
why is it that when i get all A's it's odd?
why is it that when i decide i want to wear a flower crown i get called a girl?
why is it that when i choose studying over football i get called a weirdo?
why is that when i decide to keep my room clean i am suddenly girly?
why is it that when i say that my name is Troye, people yell out, Troyella?
why is it that when boys do something that is considered "girly" they are outcasts.
so what? yeah some like to wear makeup by why the fuck does it concern you?
"boys cant do this."
"boys dont do that?"
"if you do that then youre a girl"
grow the fuck up.
when is everyone going to realize that not everybody is the same?
that not everybody wants to be the same?
what somebody chooses to wear, to do, is not your problem and doesnt concern you.
at all.
yes boys get panic attacks and anxiety attacks.
yes boys can wear makeup.
yes boys can wear dresses.
yes boys can be smart.
yes boys can be neat and clean.
yes boys can sing and song write.
yes boys can be artsy.
yes boys can dance.
yes boys can cry.
why? because gender does not define someone. sure youre a boy, but so what? wear dresses if that makes you happy. wear makeup if it makes you feel pretty. if doing what you love wether that be song writing, photography, drawing, as long as it makes you happy then you shouldnt care about what anybody says.
boys can do everything girls can do.
and that shouldnt bother you, because they arent you.
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