We enjoy certain things about ourselves.
For example,
Freckles
Or red hair and curls
Blue eyes and crooked teeth.
I like painting my nails and doing my makeup
Wearing crop tops and combat boots
Flannel and long, flowing dresses.
But when we are faced with society's standards of what we should be or what we should do,
We (for some crazy stupid reason) give up the things we love doing in order for others to accept us.
When I said I wasn't a girl, I was (for some ridiculous reason) expected to stop doing these stereotypically "girly" things.
So for a while I gave in and cut all my hair off and stopped wearing makeup and I wore baggy clothes.
I removed my identity from myself.
I did it so that I could win the approval of others. I did it so that other people would agree with me that I wasn't a girl.
Because in their heads, being a girl meant painted nails and long hair and makeup and dresses.
Never again.
Never again will I sacrifice the things I like to try to prove myself to others.
If I say I'm not a girl, then goddamnit, I'm not a girl.
I don't have to fit into these made up guidelines of what a person should do or not do to be the gender they are.
I am what I say I am.
And what I wear,
how I look,
what I enjoy doing,
NONE OF THAT DEFINES MY GENDER.
Only I define who I am.
~S~
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PuisiA poem book with original poems written by me. Covers a variety of different topics as it is a representation of life as I live and experience it. [Poems that aren't mine will credit the original author] //tw//: self harm, depression, suicidal tho...
