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*I yearn for that ability, to feel human without ease. No binder grasping at your ribs as your breathe, no **** being stuffed into your pants. No having to see if your hips stick out in those jeans or if your chest looks weird in that shirt, just being human. Sometimes I think I never will, because feeling human is a privilege and the different don't get them.*
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
Feeling Human
*I yearn for that ability, to feel human without ease. No binder grasping at your ribs as your breathe, no **** being stuffed into your pants. No having to see if your hips stick out in those jeans or if your chest looks weird in that shirt, just being human. Sometimes I think I never will, because feeling human is a privilege and the different don't get them.*
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
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