I don't understand. People seem so accepting until there alone with someone else then they turn into hateful monsters. Why should you care I wasn't born a guy, why dose it matter that I'm fat and have huge boobs or that my hair is long and thick. MY gender is still fucking valid.
I don't enforce my pronouns cause people will call me bossy or a bitch. I have not one to talk to about this cause my best friends calls me it and my birth name. Her excuse is that she's special. I love her as she is my best friend but things like this hurt. Teachers call it a transgender issue like its a mental disease. Just cause I weigh 211 pounds and I'm barley 5'2 doesn't mean I deserve to be picked on or treated like a pig. I might be small and I might not be able to show my gender on the out side. But I'm not a joke. I'm not a freak. I'm not a cow. I'm not a mistake. And I'm not a piece of trash that should be discarded or forgotten. I make jokes to hide the fact that y'all hurt me. I hate how they make fun of the way I talk and look like I'm a piece that needs there bloody judgement. I insult my self so I can beat others to it. People may be farther in transition then me but that didn't make me a phase and them real. I'm sick and tired of trying to make friends even though I have no friends on or off line. I'm alone and I hate it.
I hate my hair
I hate my weight
I hate my height
I hate my bra size
I hate my round face
I hate my eyes
I hate my lips
I hate my nose
I hate my ears
I hate my opinions
I hate my actions
I hate my feeling
I hate my inability to feel regular emotions
I hate my room
I hate my handwriting
I hate my drawings
I hate my stories
I hate my clothes
I hate my "boyfriend"
I hate my school
I hate my uniform
I hate my family
I hate my medicine
I hate my voice
I hate my quirks
I HATE MYSELF
