Cisgender people, the truth is… Tell me, when did you start identifying as cisgender? When did you realize that you were even cisgender? It must’ve been your upbringing, you were probably abused by your parents. When you told them you were cisgender, did they kick you out? Tell you, “we didn’t raise you like this.” When you were able to get your first job, if you were even able to get a job, did they fire you when they found out you were cisgender? Did they tell you, “you make the customers and your coworkers uncomfortable?” It must be hard when you’re kicked out of establishments when you’re trying to use the bathroom you identify with. It must be hard when people misgender you. It must be hard when people refuse to use your correct pronouns or name. It must be so, hard...

Cisgender people, the truth is, you will never experience this. You are lucky enough to be able to love your body that correlates with your assigned sex at birth. You are so lucky to not have to fear for your life wherever you go. To not spend your nights crying yourself to sleep because you wish you could just tear apart your body, rebuild it to what it should be. To not get a nauseous feeling in your stomach everytime you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, cursing the universe for making you the way you were. The truth is, that’s my journey.

I have the glorious burden of being marked the mistake of society. To be the one people pick on, harass, beat, kill, sorry, I meant slaughter. I am lucky enough to wonder if I will ever live a peaceful life, to even live it to its fullest. The truth is, I don’t want to be transgender, I never wanted to be. Unrealistic that I will ever be seen as normal, no matter how hard I try. I will always be the odd one out, despised only for wanting to be myself. The truth is, I did not choose this life, but it’s the only life I’ve got.