Girls wear dresses. Girls can’t play sports. Girls can’t be Spiderman. Girls can’t ride a skateboard. You’re a girl, act like one. Be a princess for Halloween. Talk to boys, don’t be mean. Don’t wear jeans. Pink looks good on you, pink looks great on you. Wear a bow, fix your hair. And never ever swear (it’s not ladylike). “I like Spiderman, and video games. And why can’t I play basketball with my friends?” Girls like Barbies, not superheroes. Stop acting like that, everyone will think you’re a weirdo. Girls can’t like girls. Girls like boys. Boys like girls. It’s the natural order of the world. Go to church. Be the perfect daughter. This makeup will defo make you hotter.
How can a mother hate her only child? How can a mother hate her transgender son?
This is how you get slapped. This is how you hide. This is why I hurt inside.
“Mother oh, mother this is me. Why can’t you see this is who I’m supposed to be?”
This is how you wear a binder. This is how you use a sock. This is how you pass. This is how you handle mis-gender in class. This is how you come out. Boys have manly names, like Ethan or Jake. Boys are called Nate, never, ever Kate. This is how you take a punch, this is how you take a kick. This is how you handle a homophobic prick. This is how you handle gender dysphoria. This is how you handle a mastectomy. This is how you inject “T”.
This is how you live in the body you were meant to be.