Not your label
Someone wrote…
I’m not female, I’m not male… I’ve always loved my body, liked the flattering curves. I still enjoy myself and honestly I don’t really understand what’s going on right now. I’m a lesbian, and I’ve always liked girls. But lately I don’t feel like one, I don’t want a sex change (though somedays I just wake up and fight with the suffocating urge to be male.) But in my head I’m not male or female.. I’m human, somedays I wear lipstick and low cut shirts, others I cover up my chest and wear baggy jeans. I think words like male and female are silly, especially when it comes to how people dress. Because by saying that someone is dressing like a boy you are admitting that you have succumbed to the pressuring way our culture sees people. I am me, not female nor male. I am a spirit trapped within a body. A body I love, a body I hate..
I am so many things, but I’m not your label.
What’s your experience?
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