My Art

Haircut (OC)

"Ever since I was a kid, I've been called a little boy

I was tall, for a girl, I was heavier, and my personality wasn't one that was expected of a girl

I was a tomboy

I hung out with boys, I wanted to play as many sports possible, I only wore pants, I was aggressive

I wasn't delicate, I didn't want to be a fairy or a princess or whatever, I didn't want to have a Prince Charming, I didn't want make up

I was a boy at heart

But just because of that, didn't mean I wanted to become one

I was happy as a girl who had the personality of a boy, and my friends were fine with that too

But of course there were those that weren't

The parents weren't okay with how I was, and they always called out my parents

They didn't care though

As long as I was happy, they were fine with how I was

Of course they would stop me if I was too aggressive, but they let me be

I was and am thankful

But the bullies didn't stop, even when I told them to

Then came the eye incident

One of the boy bullies nearly stabbed my eye with a razor, but a teacher cane in before that happened

I still got away with two black eyes

They were expelled

Since then, I was afraid of things going close to my eyes

That's why I'm not a fan of make up, even now

And since then, I stopped being as much of a tomboy and started hanging out with girls

It didn't mean I wasn't one though, I just started being more girly

Not by much though

I let my hair grow out, I started using a little make up, and I watched Disney movies

Still, the bullying continued

People would still call me little boy, and worse

Trans, for example

Not that there's anything wrong with that, but the fact they were using it as an insult

Lesbian and gay too

So I became more aggressive

I stood up for myself

But that also meant I had to beat up some people

The bullying kinda stopped, but not fully

Then came the day in September in senior year of high school,

When a group of people decided to their gum in my hair while I was distracted and while I was with my friends and while they called me little boy

They got detention

With no hopes of getting it out of my hair

So here we are

I cut it myself

And I'm scared

I don't want them to call me little boy or make fun of me or beat me up or anything

So I wear a hoodie for the rest of the week

My friends don't question it, even those who don't know what happened

Except a redhead

A week has gone by, and I'm still wearing my hoodie

People give me odd glances, but I ignore them

Then someone stops me

"Why have you been wearing a hoodie all week?" He asks

"Um, I'm cold?" I say

He looks unamused, and I don't blame him

That was a bad excuse

"It's 60° F (15 ° C) right now, in September. For us in the north, that's fucking hot so tell the truth. Plus you don't get cold easily."

He knows me too well

"Fine, I got a haircut and I'm embarrassed and scared," I admitted.

He sighs

"That's it? That came out easier than I thought," he said. He put his hand on my head, so I looked up at him

"What?"

"Stop being so scared about what others think about you, do what makes you happy," he said

"But what if-"

"-If they call you little boy," he got closer to me, and I was thankful that it was the end of the school day and no one was around, "well I guess we'll have to beat them up."

His signature smirk was plastered on his face as he walked away

I stood frozen for a bit, until I turned around, letting my hood fall to my shoulders

"Damien!" I yelled

He stopped and turned

I smiled

"Thank you!""