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I wish he could see me now. The boy I used to be. The one with the soft face and the aching chest. He cried himself to sleep most nights, clutching a pillow like it could hold him together. He didn’t know why his skin felt wrong, why mirrors made him flinch, why being called “she” felt like a slow death. He just knew something was broken, and he thought it was him. He tried to be good. Tried to be quiet. Tried to disappear. But the world kept seeing someone he wasn’t, and every misgender felt like a betrayal carved into bone. He wanted to rip his body apart just to feel real. He wanted someone, anyone, to look at him and say, “I see you. I know who you are.” Even last year, I was still begging for that. Still wondering if I’d ever pass, if I’d ever be safe, if I’d ever be seen. Now people call me “sir” without thinking. Now I walk through the world and no one questions who I am. Now I look in the mirror and see someone I fought to become. But I carry him with me. The boy who didn’t know he was allowed to exist. He’s still here, in the way I stand taller, in the way I speak MY name as if it was given to me at birth. He survived so I could live.

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JUST GOT CALLED HER HANDSOME BOY IM ABSOLUTELY MELTING

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