If I had been a boy, maybe they would have liked me.
Maybe I would have been accepted—respected, even.
But I was born a girl.
And somehow, my blonde hair, my glowing skin, my warm smile,
and the kindness in my heart became reasons for ridicule.
They call it attention, but it feels like harassment.
They call it teasing, but it feels like abuse.
Sometimes, I wonder…
Was I born wrong?
Or is the world just wrong for making us feel this way?!
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 2:43 PM UTC
If I had been a boy, maybe they would have liked me.
Maybe I would have been accepted—respected, even.
But I was born a girl.
And somehow, my blonde hair, my glowing skin, my warm smile,
and the kindness in my heart became reasons for ridicule.
They call it attention, but it feels like harassment.
They call it teasing, but it feels like abuse.
Sometimes, I wonder…
Was I born wrong?
Or is the world just wrong for making us feel this way?!
