I know you’re not supposed to say this, but I know I’m beautiful.
I’m not saying this because I’m a narcissist. I’m saying this because I sacrificed the possibility of a normal life to look like this. And no, I didn’t undergo any plastic surgery to rebuild my face to the modern standards of beauty, but I did undergo a transformation to achieve this allure.
Born as a boy, I behaved as a girl from a young age. Back then I expressed my girlhood in childish games, wearing glitter dresses and identifying with female characters. When I got older, that girlhood turned into secret womanhood. When I got home from school, I put on my mother’s clothes, stole her heels, and played around with her lipstick and eyeliner.