I wish I was born a man. There was this mirror at a camp I stayed in, in the bathroom. It was long length, so every time I took a shower I could see my whole body. It was torture. Whenever I looked at it I felt intense hatred at having been born as a woman. I felt like I was going insane. I hated it so much. I don’t usually think about it much, but that mirror kept on reminding me like a punch to the gut. I kept on scraping my skin whenever I looked at myself. I don’t wish I was I man, right now, but that I was born a man. All my life I’ve been secluded with only girls around me, since my parents believed I would be tempted to have s** with them even before I was 10. I hate it. I hate what I could not chose.
