I try on the dress. It feels awful. The dress is too short and tight. You can see my curves and I hate it. I look in my full body mirror and I hate what I see. You can see my big thighs and breasts. I put my hands over my face and sit on the floor.
I start pulling on my sides and pinching my arms. I wrap my arms around my breasts wishing they weren't there. I wish the weren't ever be there. I wish they weren't attached to my body but they are there. I start to cry and pull my hair. I look in the mirror again and start bawling more. I stand up and grip onto the mirror. I can't take this anymore. I don't even know what it is.
"What's taking you so long?" My mom says at the door. I wipe my tears and open the door. "I LOVE IT!" My mom squeals and hugs me. A small choke of tears swells up in my throat. "Now take it off ok sweetie. Dinner is almost ready and we can't have your picture taken in a dirty dress."
She closes the door again and leaves. I start crying more. The anger builds up and I punch the Mirror. The mirror doesn't shatter but now there's a small crack in the mirror that will be there forever. I take off my dress and see my self on a bra. I quickly find the closest shirt and put it on. I also out on some baggy sweatpants the wash my hands to go eat dinner.
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Teen Fiction⚠ STILL IN PROGRESS ⚠ This story is about a transgender boy named Sam. Sam has to go through a lot of struggles because he is transgender. he gets bullied and gets put down by his parents but One day he had enough.... he shaves his head hoping for h...
