Let's see.
When I was younger, I mostly felt "off" when looking at photos featuring me, or my reflection in the mirror. My thoughts were along the lines of "Man, I look hideous." But back then, I didn't know that it was possible to improve, so I just left those thoughts hanging and focused on something else to forget it.
I remember getting really well along with the girls in kindergarten. But later on, they stopped treating me like one of their own, and I kinda had to hang out with the boys so that I would have someone to play with. School was difficult, since I was assigned to an unfortunate class that had zero girls in it. Well, expect for me, but I hadn't properly figured it out yet. That continued on for five or so years. And it changed with the first girl who joined our class.
I found out that I got better along with her than any of the guys. That discovery became a realization, which I at first denied and much later on accepted. And here I am now.
My hair was always almost military-style short. Mostly because my mother wanted it to stay short, and I went along with her line of thought because I had never had long hair and didn't actually even consider it an option. Plus, my hair looked really ugly when it was in the "not short anymore, but not long either" phase of growth, so I actually wanted for it to be cut. But when I finally accepted that I'm actually female, I decided to just go for it. And now, my hair is kinda long-ish. Doesn't go below shoulders, but getting there.
So, yes. We do have these things in common.
