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Being born is a big experience. Living a life of in a body you don't think is your own is just plain awful. What can go worse? Oh, my parents do not believe in any mental illness that leads to feeling happy in yourself or self destruction. Hi, my name is Hannah, well that's my birth name anyways. Truthfully, my name is Draven. I am stuck in a body that is female. Since I was little I can remember liking male gender pushed products. Guy clothes always look coolest, and comfortable. Female clothing was too tight showed too much, always uncomfortable. My parents showed horses so I was always at the horse show arena in jeans and a button up shirt, boots. I always felt amazing long as I wasn't in pink. Older I got more of fights me and my mom got into about picking out clothes. I wanted just regular t shirts. Not blouses that showed my flat chest, not v necks that almost go down to my belly button, or sleeves that are like half a sleeve. I didn't want jeans that showed each curve.
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Unity

My name is Armin Arlert. My life's start wasn't so uplifting... and it has never evened out. Reasons? Well, I'm an orphan that lives with my abusive grandfather. He was my only family left for reasons that I'm not willing to explain. He is my only blood family member that I've got, but that doesn't mean I'm going to even try to like him. The fact that I have no blood family doesn't really bother me, though. It's not like they've ever accepted me. One small detail about myself is the reason for my neglect... I'm transgender. Isn't it absurd that the only reason my family hated me was because of my gender identity? I've never understood it, but to be fair, they've never understood me. No one ever has. My names at school were "pretty boy", "cross-dresser", "tranny", and sometimes "it". Not Armin. It was never Armin. That is... until I met a boy by the name of Eren Jaeger.

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