Ever since I was small, I hated myself. I also hated glass,mirrors, and just about anything else that cast a reflection.My life I thought was just as ugly and complicated. It was family oriented. I was never popular.As a matter fact it led up to me losing just about everything. Friends,family, and the little securities life offers most people as it starts.Where swiftly taken away from me as a late teenager. Because I was a girl forcing my self to fit in as a man. until I just couldn’t take it any more.I planned to kill myself.I tried at-least 8 times until i realized being my self is a whole lot less violent.
Well that is what I thought until the entire world made it it’s very mission to prove me wrong.