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I. Not yet, am I seventeen. II. When I was five or six I imagined a world in which my first kiss was on my sixteenth birthday and I was wearing a pink dress. III. I had my first kiss when I was fourteen, in plaid pajama bottoms and a loose top. IV. When I was seven or eight I imagined a world in which I was a vet tech with my hair in a bun. V. I am in a world where vet school is not interesting. VI. My hair will never be long enough for a bun. VII. "Be the person you needed when you were younger" I would have balked, and disagreed, I know. VIII. If I could see a picture of me now when I was little I would laugh and never believe a word about how I hated my ******* my hips my voice. IX. I would have never believed a word of how I'd fall in love with a girl who was sad as night and made me as happy as the sun. X. And I never would have believed that I would love that little girl who had grown into a man.
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Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
Seventeen
I. Not yet, am I seventeen. II. When I was five or six I imagined a world in which my first kiss was on my sixteenth birthday and I was wearing a pink dress. III. I had my first kiss when I was fourteen, in plaid pajama bottoms and a loose top. IV. When I was seven or eight I imagined a world in which I was a vet tech with my hair in a bun. V. I am in a world where vet school is not interesting. VI. My hair will never be long enough for a bun. VII. "Be the person you needed when you were younger" I would have balked, and disagreed, I know. VIII. If I could see a picture of me now when I was little I would laugh and never believe a word about how I hated my ******* my hips my voice. IX. I would have never believed a word of how I'd fall in love with a girl who was sad as night and made me as happy as the sun. X. And I never would have believed that I would love that little girl who had grown into a man.
Steven-Muir
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20/Transgender Male
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
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