It was an earlier age, before 9 years old. By the time puberty hit, I was feeling it full impact. I actually took a razor to my chest, because I literally thought I existed underneath my skin, that my body was absolutely wrong. I know that sounds insane, but that is how sure I was that everything was wrong. I remember those nights, praying, pleading, begging with God to fix me. I also remember being 9, playing dungeons and dragons, and always making a girl character, it was my escape.
Those were really tough times, I was absolutely ashamed of my body.. I could not even change in the boys locker rooms, I remember getting in trouble often, because I would skip out of gym all of the time. Even out of gym, I would wear a long thick coat, even in the summer, because of how horrible and out of place I felt.
Before 9, my memory becomes a little more fuzzy, the concept of gender was confused, I remember admiring my teachers that were women, and wanting to be more like them, I remember wanting to join the brownies, I also remember my best friends were girls, but actually coming to the concept that I was a girl I do not recall, as far as I knew, gender did not exist. Such topics were not often talked about.