My boy Pride My

No, I Don’t Keep My Gender Between My Legs — How I Knew I Was Non-Binary, And What That Means To Me

Reading now: 243
www.buzzfeed.com

Frozen, a weight of my shoulders I didn’t even know I was carrying. I started realizing my gender didn’t quite fit in when I was around 16 years old.

I felt uncomfortable when I was told what a nice young lady I was becoming, and I realized I hated being called a woman. I was jealous of every teenage boy I knew.

They were allowed to exist without pressure to shave, or eat less, or grow out their hair just because of gender. I didn’t want to be a boy, but I sure as heck didn’t want to become the woman I was expected to be.

For me, it was the pure joy I felt the first time I cut my hair. At the time, I had long, wild brown curls that gave me a great deal of pain, but that my relatives were obsessed over.

Read more on buzzfeed.com
The website meaws.com is an aggregator of news from open sources. The source is indicated at the beginning and at the end of the announcement. You can send a complaint on the news if you find it unreliable.

Related News

DMCA