Transgender Perspective: When My Vagina Speaks

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Transgender Perspective: When My Vagina Speaks


By Kennidi Monroe
Sat Oct 18, 2008
http://www.agoracosmopolitan.com/home/Frontpage/2008/10/18/02670.html


Why was I so different, why couldn't I just be like all the other boys? Why did I have to be hated for being different? Puberty hit, and my life changed. I used to walk around as a kid with a smile on my face daily, and now you barely seen that smiling boy. You saw a person who felt alone, felt unwanted and insecure about their life. My voice never changed like the other boys, my emotions towards boys never changed, and the one thing that did was the hair. I had been growing hair everywhere and it wasn't me. I would look at it on my body and feel ashamed, it wasn't me. That's not who I was. My heart would ache more, and more. Here I was a troubled boy forming a body I never wanted. Here I was going through life feeling disconnected from my body. Why was I given this nightmare? Why God, why?