Sometimes, I feel really proud of my genderfluid identity.
Sometimes I hate it and wish that I had a different gender.
Sometimes I love the way I look dressed as a girl. I decide I like my chest.
Other times I think I make a terrible girl.
Then I think I make a handsome guy. Sometimes I wish I had just been born a boy.
Then I think I look too girly.
Sometimes I give up entirely on both genders and try being androgynous.
Sometimes I like this, but then I feel myself leaning more towards a certain gender.
Then I try to be that gender, but things change, again.
Sometimes, I wish I could decide.
Sometimes I think I might just be trans and confused about it.
Sometimes I think I’m cis and I’m just going through a phase.
Sometimes I think I might just be looking for attention without knowing.
Sometimes, I hate people not seeing me exactly how I am in my head.
Sometimes, I’m happy I can hide.
Every now and then, I just get fed up with myself and try to give up…. even though I fully realise that the foul opinions of others are nothing to pay mind to.
It’s taken me a long time to realise that there are ups and downs to everything. Not just being genderfluid, but in absolutely everything. It’s taken me even longer to realise that, no matter what I’m going through, someone else feels similiar and that there are plenty of wonderful people willing to help. The gender I identify doesn’t matter, as long as I’m still true to me, and I surround myself with good people. It shouldn’t have to matter, because it’s a personal thing there to make me comfortable and happy that everyone should respect, regardless. People who think less of me because of it aren’t worth my time, because they are unintelligent and foolish. I can identify as male, female, neither, or both. It doesn’t matter. I can dress like one gender and be another. I realise now that it’s possible, and it’s fine. I thank everyone to my fullest for helping me through the bumpy roads of being a young adult. I’m whoever I want to be, and that’s just how a person should be. I’m not perfect, and never will be, and that’s great. <3
Those mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.