"I want long hair" I repeated to myself again, inside my head. Despite my demands, the mirror, did not respond. I noticed the width of my jaw again, spit out the last of the toothpaste and made a half-sigh. I stared back into my green eyes, ran a hand through my dark blonde hair and then realised that I was finished brushing my teeth and therefore no longer needed to stay a captive of the bathroom mirror. I clumsily got myself to move again and finish dressing.
While leaving, out on my way to school and walking through the late October wind, an image popped into my head. I realised that I was dealing with an inverted bell curve. While most people leaned towards and looked like either the blue "male" on the left or the pink "female" on the right, where I wanted to be was the exact midpoint. Would that be the fiftieth percentile or the hundredth? I couldn't tell. We are in the minority, but still in the middle. That must be unusual.
YOU ARE READING
"in which the main character goes against the traditions of their society"
Short Storyguess who's back this is a title and the first draft of an english essay I had to write gender non-conformity was the obviously topic to chose for this title
