"Boys don't cry!"
"Man up!"
"Stop crying like a little girl!"
I've dealt and still deal with personal demons; unable to show any emotion. I was always scolded for it growing up. I guess because that's all I did in primary school. I'd cry.
But I never cried for no reason. I never cried because someone hurt my feelings; I'd just get mad.
Nobody understood why I'd just start crying at recess or in the boys' locker room. Why I was such a quiet, isolated kid. Why I only spoke when I was addressed.
Why my eyes have bags under them now.
On top of that, I got picked on for my long hair and feminine voice. Getting called 'gay' and shit like that. I liked girls, and had no desire to ever be with a boy. Though, I didn't feel like a boy.
I was too sensitive. Too fragile. Reasons why my dad was so hard on me coming up. Hell, one of my brothers gave me the toughest love, but still looked out for me.
Even after over ten years of realizing, I still don't know myself. After a tragedy, I've grown more confused and angry.
I just have a hard, sad story to tell. You can listen or not, I just need to get this out:
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*I'm bringing this back because it's carrying a strong message that I'm, and a good deal of you, has gone or is going through
YOU ARE READING
The Life Of 'Bello (Intersex/Camila)
Fanfiction*Discontinued* I started questioning everything at a young age when a boy kissed me on the playground. I knew I liked girls, but I also knew I wasn't really a boy...even though I have the parts.
