There once was a girl.

She had doubts.

About her own identity.

She didn't like her body.

It wasn't because she was insecure of her stomach.

Or her thighs.

She didn't like her curves.

Or her breast.

Or her butt.

She didn't like any of it.

Others said that she looks beautiful and she shouldn't be so insecure.

But that wasn't the point.

She wanted all this gone.

She didn't want her curves.

Or her breast.

Or her butt.

She just wanted all of it gone.

She wanted to cut her hair off.

She didn't like her beautiful long hair.

She in fact, hated it.

She wanted short hair.

Like all the boys that walk past her.

But at the same time she was scared.

That it might look ugly.

That it wouldn't fit to her face.

That people would laugh at her.

She didn't like wearing skirts.

Or dresses.

Yet, she still does.

She wonders why.

She wants to look like a boy.

She wants to be a boy.

But she's still wearing feminine clothes.

She's still doing nothing.

She tried to bind her chest.

To make it look smaller.

But it started hurting, so she took it off.

She doesn't know what to do.

She's to scared to do something.

And she wonders who she even is.