Everyday I wake up wishing my ***** would disappear,
but then I look in the mirror and there they are; two big boulders stuck on my chest. I wear baggy clothes and cover up, I'd do anything to hide the fact they exist.

Growing up was never easy, I tried to fit in with the girls, started wearing make up and feminine clothes, but nothing felt right. I remember being in my room and looking at myself in the mirror every night, I'd pretend that I was a guy. Alex would be my name, I'd put on some rock music and pretend I was a rock star with thousands of girls screaming my name.

But I'd always come back to reality, there I'd be looking in the mirror a teenage me; ashamed of my body. People would come up to me and ask if I was okay, I'd always smile and say that I'm fine . But I wasn't because at the back of my mind there was this voice saying I'm meant to be a guy.