uhhh being Trans

   Ever since I was a little kid, my parents never really gave me clothes that I wanted to wear, always giving me that baggiest, ugly, clothes. Genuinely not my style or even close to it. but as I grew up, (Alone, mind you. We'll get back to that later..)) I started to really, REALLY like the thought of being a man or at least not looking like a woman at first glance when you walk past me on the sidewalk. I've stared at my body for hours and hours and realized that my body type is rather...boxy. Hip dips, wide torso, wider arms than any usual 15 year old girl.. and when I was younger, I thought that my voice sounded like both a man and a woman.

  Either way, back to the point. I think that I slowly started to realize that I am in fact trans, i've had dreams about getting top surgery, daydreaming of people referring to me as a male or masculine, hoping one day that my father's genes will flow and i'll grow a mustache or one of those pubic hair beards.. or just straight up having male genitalia..

  I hate the feeling of my chest, and the fact that people automatically call me "She", it makes me feel good when people use my now name and the pronouns he and him.  I dunno if my brain has fully embraced the thought of being Transgender but I'm glad that I at least found something that I at least somewhat know about myself..