The Misunderstood

Who We Are

Who are we? Who is he? Who is she? Who am I?

I am a boy. I am a girl. I am neither.

Who we are.

It is a rather simple thing to grasp, yet no one really knows the correct answer to the question "Who are you?". Everyone is different. Whether they are large or thin, boy or girl, brown-eyed or blue-eyed, straight or gay. There are some who fit into none of these categories though. There are people who are not too thin but they aren't considered "fat". There are people who identify as non-binary. There are those who have green eyes. And there are those who are every other sexuality but gay or straight.

I fit into these categories.

As a gender fluid individual. As a pansexual individual. As someone in between thin and fat.

Some people understand.

Others do not.

I just want those around me to understand that I don't choose to be this way, I just am. And there is no fighting that or changing it no matter how hard one might try and try.

My friends laugh and joke about it sometimes, and I pretend it does not hurt.

"Is it a boy or girl day?" they will ask me, laughing.

I know that they are trying, but it still hurts.

"Oh she's wearing a dress! She must be feeling feminine."

No. I have a presentation and have nothing else to wear.

"Sports bra today! He must be feeling masculine."

No. I was just too lazy.

"She's wearing a floral outfit! Must be a feminine day."

No. There's more than just male and female.

I get that they are trying. I really do. But the gender game that they play sometimes hurts. I guess that's life though. I am bound to get hurt. Maybe one day though... I won't. Maybe one day everyone will understand. Oh, how I long for that day. Please let it come soon.

Here's the first chapter... Let me know what you think. I'm open to any feedback. I will likely post a new chapter every Friday. Hopefully.

~Sage