1. My head itches with lice that **** on my XY blood and with each pierce of the scalp anchor down the long strands of hair that cascade down my back and fall in my face and betray my boy-like interior.
2. I watch you and how you know who you are, as you talk of hormone therapy and chest binders or bras and wigs and make-up and dresses, and I begin to cry because you know who you are, even if the rest of the world does not.
3. I want to cut my hair, but I'm afraid my face is just too ugly to have locks that fall to my ears, that even short hair won't solve my problems, won't have the cashier at the drug store call me "sir".
4. I'm scared of surgeries, surgeries that would leave faint scars beneath my *******, and allow me to walk down a beach in trunk and a bare toned chest. I have my binder but I will never be completely flat.
5. I think the reason I am so scared of cutting away the girl in me is because I do not know if there is really a boy inside.