There is this boy. He was just like any other boy. He had the same hair as a boy, the same walk as a boy, the same clothes as a boy, even the same name as a boy. But there was one thing that made him different than any other boy. He had the body of a girl. When he was born, he was born into the body of a female, but he was a male. At first he didn't mind being in the body he was in. But as he got older, he started to question himself. Question why he was in a females body. Question why he doesn't have the voice of a male or the strength of one. And the more he questioned, the more sad he became. He felt trapped, like he was put in a locked door, unable to get out. Time went on and he began to change the way he looked. First by dressing differently, then talking differently, and eventually he cut his hair. His mother began to question his actions. She didn't like his changes and she thought them to be " abnormal". She began to get angry at him for doing things she considered wrong. She would tell him comments like" you were born a girl, you are not a boy" and " what you are doing is wrong. You will be sent to Hell for doing these sinful things." These comments began to grow into more hateful things. And as she said these things, she didn't realize that her words were hurting her son. The two began to argue over the boy's actions and these arguments eventually got into fights. The fights would eventually stop when someone started crying, whether it be the boy to be the one crying or the mom. As these fights kept happening, the boy began to become more and more depressed. He would eventually start writing on his wrists with knives and take pills to forget the awful things his mom would tell him. But whatever he did to himself, he could never forget the things she would say to him. He started hating his body more and more. " Why was I put in this body? I don't belong in it" he would often think. One day he had an idea. And idea to prevent any more fights with his mom. He would do as she says and wear whatever she tells him to wear, even if they weren't meant for boys. As he did these things, he noticed the fights had stopped, but he still felt depressed. Whenever his mom put him in anything feminine, he would begin to cry. He did not like dressing feminine and he didn't like the idea of looking like a girl. One day, his mom got him a bra. He has never put on a bra before since he always would bind his chest with gauge. But since his mom bought it for him, he decided to try it on just for her. As he put the bra on, he felt uncomfortable. When he looked in the mirror, he began to cry. He fell to the floor and the tears kept rushing down his face. He did not like the bra and he had enough of trying to look like something he wasn't. But, he kept the bra on no matter how much it hurt him, just for his mom. Because no matter how much she hurt him, no matter what awful things she told him, no matter how many times she has bullied him, no matter how many times she made him feel depressed, he still loved her. He loved her so much because she was his mother, his only mother on this world, and no matter how sad she made him feel, he would still do anything for her and he would still love her. And no matter how bad his day was, he would still fake a smile for his mom. "I love you mom" he said as he hugged her. Even if he didn't receive an "i love you" back, he still knew, that deep down under all that hate and bitterness, she loved her son so much, even if he was different, even if he was trapped~
