I look down at my chest. I see boobs. I frown at them. I remember that when I was younger I wanted to have large breasts. I thought that was really feminine. And it is, I don't know why they are. But they are. I remember having dreams about having boobs. Now, being a freshman in highschool, I look down at the useless things called breasts. I frown at them, they're too big for me. I hate the feeling of them. I want them gone, or at least reduced. I'm uncomfortable being female, but I do not think of myself as male. I don't want to be either gender. I hate the fear building up in my stomach. I just want them to understand that I hate being female. That I would never lie about my sexuality and gender. That I've always loved girls. That I've loved personality more than gender for Fucking years. That I was attracted to Tinkerbell when I was younger. That I just want to be understood, to be supported. I keep looking at my body, I remember when it was as pure as a doll. When I didn't have stretch marks on my stomach and arms. I remember when I actually did active things. I remember when I was so pure. I mostly remember loving to be a different character during classes. But now I get yelled at for being me. I know that my parents think that I'm ok with how I am. But I'm not, I'm not ok with being my daddy's little girl. With my mom wanting me to be the pinky perfect princess I was as a child. She thinks that I'm betraying her. I know she means well but she acts so cruel to me. She doesn't know why I'm pushing her away. I'm doing it so I don't hurt her when I leave. I just want to be understood.