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When I was younger, everyone used to adore me, but as you grow older, you start to identify who you are as a person. Where you stand in this world. What makes you special. And I, most certainly, have started to do just that.

It all started when I was twelve, in fact. I played Minecraft and was identified as a bisexual tomboy. To everyone who thought I was a girl, you are very incorrect, my friends.

I never really liked to be called a girl and this took effect November 2015. I've gone in circles with my close online friend, trying to figure out my classification.

Let's call her A. A is a bisexual girl who has a nice boyfriend and is just fantastic herself. As I jumped from gender to gender, trying to see if I was comfortable with anything, she stood supportive by my side and helped me all the way through.

The order went something like this: Girl, genderfluid, girl (again), transboy, and so on until I stopped the train at this one word... Agender. This was one of the identities that I had yet to try, so like all the others, I gave it a turn. Turns out, it just best fits me and is exactly what I was looking for.

As of now, I am a very proud pansexual agender, anxiety-filled fourteen-year old bean (who hasn't sadly came out of the closet since I was 'blessed' with a Christian family).

And to all the haters out there:

I will NEVER change who I am just because you don't approve.

Cheers!