Between the years of 12-25, I went through a period gender confusion. The thoughts were "wrong body?" I was a mess, I didn't seem to fit and I didn't get it. Sometimes I had no problems about it, like it was a passing phase. I decided to bury the notions and go out with a bang.

After years of denial and enough time has passed and not being dead, I can see it for what it really was today. I still am a mismatch, but that's because it's more than just me.

Today I can see.