Boys… I used to want to be a boy.
They seem unperturbed. They laugh a lot.
Today I prefer to be a woman. But as a child I really KNEW something was missing, and for years I thought it was cut off…
I really love this picture. It tells me that boys have more fun.
I remember sitting on the potty waiting for my navel to burst. And I knew it was only a matter of time. I KNEW that I was mutilated below, and I was mutilated there. Although I didn’t know what was cut off, I knew that whatever it was I needed it.
I was 3-4 years old. My feet didn’t touch the ground yet.
I knew I wasn’t welcome, I knew that boys had more of everything. They were loved more. And knew it was permanent.
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