It was Never About what I Wanted to Do

It’s much more than that

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Once, when I was a little girl, my aunt told me I was supposed to be a boy, but in a deep sense, I knew she meant I was ugly. It did not feel good at all. My hair is hard to comb. And my skin did not seem admirable. So, to some level I agreed with her. I could understand what she said. At that point in my life, nothing about myself felt spectacular. Since…