I grew up as a weak person, not even smart. I am someone who always get bullied and judged by the way I speak and the way I move. "Be a man" they said. I didn't try, because I know I already am. "Say stone" they said. Then my 8 years old self tried in a stiff voice – I nearly cried. Because I knew they were having fun Humiliating me and my guts. I live every single day trying to define myself not someone which people think I am but someone who I should be. Yet still now I know, most of the people around me – strangers, friends and family have doubts of what I am.