So, I’m a girl. I know it with every feeling of my fiber, and that’s something I can’t explain, I know that is so, but, there are no supporting arguments I can give you to explain how that works. I can’t really, in any meaningful way, explain to you that my internal experience of how my brain operates makes “I’m a girl” an obvious statement. I can point to anecdotes, but the anecdotes aren’t my gender. The bigger question is “Now what?”. I’m a girl, sure, but, how does one be a girl? Or, to be more precise, how does one communicate to her surrounding “I am a girl”?

In an interesting turn of events, it turned out that a lot of my main issues in life had an explanation. I was able to finally point at something and go… “THIS, THIS IS WHY I HATE MYSELF”. This is my story, or the start of it at any rate. When questions I didn’t even know existed, started getting answers. It’s long, complicated, I’m sure to have missed something as I honestly have a bit of fuzzy memory of this time. But this is a text I needed to write.