The Girl He Never Was

My throat was dry. I was choking on my own words as I tried to confess who I really was. I stared back at myself through the mirror for some sense of reinsurance or relief, but none came. I knew it in my head but my vocal cords didn't dare to utter the words. I'm not their little girl and I never was, nor will I ever be.

I tried time and time again to abolish my denial. Every so often I'd get farther then the time before. Every time my throat would cut off as the t of trans came around, but I needed to admit it because I couldn't stand looking at this stranger in the mirror that people considered me. I didn't want to be fake anymore, I didn't want to be their little girl, I wanted to be me, and only me.