Looking out into the mirror I'm not quite sure what I see. It's me, that I can acknowledge. However, actually seeing 'me' is another beast on its own. Because it's not me, not really. My reflection doesn't properly show who I feel I am. It doesn't show the person that I wish to portray out into the world. Instead what I see is a short girl who's hair is long and large. A short girl whose cheeks are too round and legs too big. It's nowhere near what I wish to see, in my dark clothing looking into the mirror.

What I wish to see is somewhere beyond  that. Beyond my dark clothing and dull feeling eyes as I'm disappointed in my own reflection once again. I wish to see someone with a thinner face, and shorter hair. I wish to see someone who is not the short and childish girl that greets me in the mirror each morning. But rather a man, not quite. Not quite a man, but just close enough. 

I don't mind staying short and stout because I can reach my dream beyond that. But my voice is too high and my body doesn't fit. I wish for my voice to be deep so that when I sing it comes out clear when I sing to my favorite songs. And I wish for my face to be thinner so that I don't look quite so young and childlike. For my hair to be shorter and not quite so thick and wild.

I just wish that when I looked into my own reflection I could say, 'it's you', rather than having to look twice. 

It never feels right, putting on my clothes in the morning. As I look down at myself it's just not right. I'm not meant to wear dark and what people would call 'normal'. I'm meant to wear color in great amounts, and proudly be the not-quite-man that I feel in my heart I am. But instead I wake up once again putting on my 'normal' outfit. I prepare for the day and put on my headphones that I can't live without. And head to school to be called by the wrong name once again.