I love my life. No matter how hard it gets or how aggravated I become, I remind myself that I actually have an amazing life. Ranging from my incredible friends to my wonderful parents, the hobbies I love and the clubs that I enjoy, my life is almost perfect. And for now, I'm content.
I first realised I was transgender when I was eleven years old. I thought it was weird, I thought it was wrong. I'd felt strange most of my life, I felt like I belonged more with the boys but I stayed with the girls because I didn't want to be weird. I told myself I was a girl. I told myself to fit in. Go on, Eve, just stay with the girls. Don't be a weirdo.
I thought I was gay when I went up to secondary school (I live in Scotland, different school systems). I believe I fell in love for the first time when I was fourteen. I fell for this girl, she was beautiful and amazing and I thought about her all the time and I'd never felt that way with anyone else before.
I had my first kiss with her. She was my life, I needed her to breathe, I swear I could've bled her. She was my everything.
And then suddenly she was nothing.
I told one of my closest friends what I was feeling; I was a boy stuck in a girl's body.
People found out. I thought it wasn't her, it couldn't have been. I trusted her.
I asked her how many people she'd told after a stranger came up and asked me if I was transgender. I'd said no, obviously. I wasn't ready to be out.
After she passed twenty on her fingers, I told her to stop counting.
After a week, my whole school knew I was transgender. But even now, I've never discovered a single bit of hate for it. I've had one hate for it, and it's from my mum, but I don't blame her. It's a tough thing, she didn't want a son, she wanted a daughter. But she's coming to terms with it and I'm soon being referred to a gender clinic in my local city.
Even though good things are coming out of it, if it was up to me (which it should've been), I still wouldn't be out. I wasn't ready for everyone to know yet. But life is life, and good things are happening. And I couldn't be more thankful, especially to my dad.
I dedicate this story to my long-distance best friend, Izzy. I love her with all my whole being and I seriously couldn't have continued to write this book without her support. I love her so much.
This story is fictional, but some of it is based on real events that have happened in my life.
𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜!!
got referred to gender clinic :: 𝟮𝟳𝟬𝟲𝟭𝟴 ✔
first appointment :: ?????
saw twentyonepilots :: 𝟬𝟰𝟬𝟯𝟭𝟵 ✔
birthday/panic!atthedisco :: 𝟮𝟰𝟬𝟯𝟭𝟵 ✔
met izzy :: 𝟬𝟱𝟬𝟲𝟭𝟵 ✔
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『 the sound of you and i 』 ➤ the first "sounds" book
Novela Juvenil"Are you okay?" "No, but I have to be." "Do you think you'll ever be okay??" He wraps his arms around me, running a hand through my hair. I think for a second. That was honestly a tough question. After everything I've been through, I don't know anym...
