My Transgender Life

Part 1

I've always kinda known myself to be different than most other people. When I was five I was getting in trouble for refusing to wear dresses and for trying to steal my cousins' ties. I always preferred sports over playing dress up. As soon as I herd the world Tomboy I immediately took it as something similar to what I was feeling. In elementary school, I preferred to play with the guys. I hated all of the clothes that my parents bought me. Everything I was given was pink, pink quickly consumed my identity.

When I expressed a like for football, I was told that it was too violent and not fit for a girl, especially one with my body type. When I wanted to play baseball, I got signed up for softball because it wasn't as fast and I was less likely to be hurt by boys who were bigger than me.

By the time I reached middle school I was numb to it all. Trying to preserve who I was I went inward and hid it. I hid who I really was and became who everyone wanted me to be. My only escape from the real world was books.

Then I met him, he was just like me. He felt the way I did and was willing to teach me more about everything I was questioning. He talked to me all about the LGBTQIA+ community. He helped me come to terms and accept who I was, despite what the world kept telling me.

After I met him, I started noticing that people around me were going through similar things. I saw a gay couple holding hands. I saw several more trans* people in the grade above me. I met some non-binary people who were pretty cool. I found out that my best friend had polygamous uncles. I finally knew who I was meant to be, and that it was 100% okay to be that way.