Be Myself Again

I bought candy, ate it for a while, and then stopped. Being 21 is one thing, but a few years ago I was sick and took glucocorticoids for two years, which severely damaged my body. I'm afraid that if I eat candy again and then die unexpectedly, I'll embarrass her (I come from a single-parent family; my parents separated in kindergarten and officially divorced when I was in third grade. I'll never forget the day my mom came home, knelt down, hugged me, and cried). If I want to be a girl, I can only hope for the next life.

Looking back now, I realize how innocent and dangerous children are. A rumor, a nonsensical gesture, an overly delicate appearance, or a thin physique can all lead to isolation and alienation. Children also tend to embody the prevailing values instilled in them by their parents. For example, boys are expected to act like boys, and girls like girls; or they will wholeheartedly uphold and practice the consensus reached within a small group. Most children are like this, at least the children I grew up with...

You're a bit like me. I was born in 2001. I felt like I was born the wrong gender when I was little. I have a very cheerful and lively personality. Although my parents always argued, and my mom even held a knife to my dad's head (I used to hide a knife under my bed at night), I was basically their punching bag. They would smash all the windows when they fought, and they would hit me when they were in a bad mood. They never cared about me; all they cared about was my grades. Sometimes I wonder if they would have treated me better if I were a girl. I remember the time they cared about me the most was when I was in a car accident and stayed in the hospital for a month. After I got out, they argued less, and I wasn't their punching bag anymore. I had many friends when I was little...

My first book! I know how to use punctuation, yet you insist on talking to me about writing style.

I'm working on a new book today, so I'll be taking another break from updates (please don't hit me!).

My first book. I came back to reminisce a bit, and found that some of the people who previously argued with me and reported me are back in the comments section, probably having subscribed to the whole thing. 😂😂😂

This story is partly adapted from the author's personal experiences. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is not a coincidence.

I'm currently reading as far as I've progressed. I'm also a "medicine" (a term used to describe someone who is overly reliant on certain things), and since I've been taking "sugar" (a euphemism for something similar) for over half a year, I've become increasingly sensitive to emotions. I can deeply understand the feelings I had while writing this novel, as well as the protagonist's incomprehension, pain, and unbearable suffering. As a fellow writer, I'm deeply immersed in contemplation and sadness. I want to be friends with the author and also participate in writing novels about medicine and motherhood. I'm a 16-year-old "medicine" from Xin'an County, Luoyang City, Henan Province! Author, are you "sister"? I think that's what you should call me! Want to add me on QQ? I'd like to get to know you. Senior.

The author is not feeling well today, so there will be no update for today. I will resume updating tomorrow. Sorry.

I recently had some free time and read this book. Actually, I had subscribed to it before, but I was too busy to read it (laughs). Afterwards, I kept thinking about the future of our community. Qianying's writing is very depressing, with a lot of angst. Some friends in the book reviews even advised me to post less angst, but this is the reality of trans women. This community was destined to be misunderstood from the start. We prefer darkness to light, walking alone in the wilderness on this bumpy road. From the moment I started taking the medication, no one understood me. There was no such thing as parental support; everyone was against it. Even my close friends wanted me to see a psychologist. No one understood me. Later, on the surface...