To feel like a boy is to feel free.
No judgement.
No shame of being one of them.
I look at my hair and wonder how free I'll be without it. Why am I what I am.
I look at my body without clothes. Boobs instead of a chest. Thin arms instead of muscles. Productively flat instead of attached to me. A curved, thick body and not the bulky boyish one I desire.
Dress like a boy, act like a boy but not a boy. Oh how I wish I was something else; my looks, my actions, everything about me would be different.
To be who you aren't. To be a good girl but in reality be a rebellious boy. Soon they will know...