So a few days after I came out, I had to wear something nice to church. I was exhausted, so my mom picked out my clothes. I was feeling male AF that day, and it wasn't subtle. So OF FREAKING COURSE MY MOM CHOOSE THE MOST DYSFORIA-INDUCING OUTFIT EVER FOR ME TO WEAR!
It was classy. A cream-coloured floppy cotton sweater, paired with a floppy grey t-shirt. But it made my chest look HUGE, huger than when I'm just wearing a bra. It was airy but heavy, weighing it down, giving me fake curves. It was like -23 degrees Celsius outside (-9 degrees Fahrenheit for my Americans), and this outfit was fricking thin, and that fact was as subtle as me being male that day.
So for all you parents out there: don't force your child to be heteronormative, cisnormative, and a walking steriotype.
Cya!
-Charlie (male)
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