I've never felt foreign in my own skin,

like this body was made for me from day one.

Well, I guess it was.

Sometimes I wonder what I would look like if I was anyone else.

I can imagine my body and my hair,

my skin tone and

The way my voice sounds,

But I can never imagine my face.

Some days I wonder if I'm actually a woman.

I know I am,

but sometimes it feels like that's not enough.

Some days I wish I was a man,

Like my body will magically change one day.

Sometimes wish I was nothing,

That I didn't have to have these labels.

But I know I am a woman.

there are times where

I wish I could be something that no one else could be,

that I could be something Iwanted to be,

not a woman or a man but just me.

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18 times

Sometimes I read what I write

over and over again,

Wondering whether there my emotions,

So gracefully layed in between each line

or the ones I make up in my mind.

I guess that's what happens when

my imagination overlaps

so much on my reality.

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cause 🤷🏿‍♀️

Also 18 times and sometimes I want to be are separate but i thought they went together so ya.

Also fun fact: 18 is one of my favorite numbers.

Have a good day, evening, noon, afternoon, or night🙂😊>