My name is Isabella. I guess you could say I'm not your normal everyday girl. When I was 8 I was diagnosed with ADHD and severe OCD. A couple years later I was diagnosed with depression and severe anxiety.. now I'm being tested for the bipolar disorder.
There is one other thing though. In 5th grade... I found out I was Transgender.
It's hard being a Trans boy. Not knowing your preferred name, being called by the wrong pronoun, and the bathrooms. Ugh.
I would have to say the toughest thing in 7th grade is that we have locker rooms for PE. All the girls basically know I'm trans. I wear boxers all the time so it was hard. Luckily I'm surrounded by my friends so it's good luck.
I was always a huge fan of Twenty Øne Piløts. Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun were my hero's and they still are. I had shirts and hoodies from there albums. I would wear them not only because I love them, but also because they are baggy and they help hide my breasts or anything feminine shaped.
I was picky with my clothes, I couldn't wear pink things or most things from the women's. But that's a thing I have to do. I only shop for jeans and shoes in women's. Luckily the converse that they sell at the shoe store are not to feminine.
The scary thing is I actually like wearing cute outfits! Like maybe something you would see a girl wear or maybe in an aesthetic. But I never wore them to school. Only at home. I just couldn't handle it. Being assumes your a girl. It's hard..
One day.. when me and my mother were watching a transgender film, "3 generations". I started talking to my mother about how I was feeling about me and my appearance. My parents already knew that I'm Transgender so it wasn't like I was coming out. But I talked about how much I hated my body and how it looked. I've bring this up a lot with my parents.. so my mother helped me look for bras that help bind my chest.... none of the bras worked. "I just really wish you guys would let me get a binder." I said. A minute or two later she told me to send her the link to the website I want them from.
About an hour later my mom tells me to go to the basement and talk to her and dad. She said that my father and her agreed to buy me two binders. A black tank binder and a gray classic binder. I was literally sobbing. I thought they were joking...
Today is Thursday of November 2018... a day before we order the binders
