I live in a body that is not mine.
From childhood to adolescence, from disguise to collapse, I have always been the invisible gender.
No one saw the inferiority complex in my eyes, no one could read the look of my soul.
Until those tenderness appear, until the parents say "you are our child",
I finally understood that I was not a monster, I was just not seen.
This is a true story about gender obsession, self-acceptance, and ultimately coming out.
Write to everyone, you who are not seen by the world.
Purpose: I write this to reconcile with my past self, and also to tell everyone who is still "at the bottom of the lake":
You are not alone. The darkness is long, but the light will definitely come. No matter how deep the lake is, you will one day be able to slowly go ashore.