Well I just finished a lame attempt at working out.

Was listening to some Madness, avoiding Math cramming.
The other night I had a really ("bad") dream- It involved transitioning.
Don't normally get those types of dreams.
So I decided 'it was time'.
I guess.
I've repressed my emotions/feelings for a long while.
As often when I seemed to tell people how I truly felt; they would burst into tears ._.;
Me: 'I want to be a boy~!

'
Mother figures: "OMG NOOOOOO- WHAT HAPPENED?! I PICTURED A LIFE FOR YOU! AND NOW THATS GONE! I HATE YOU! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE A BRIDE ONE DAY!"
. . .
I was raised in a foster home by a much
older lady.
I went into foster care around age 7- and was in care for about 9 years.
(I keep very minimal contact with my biological parents.)
Always felt as though I was supposed to be a boy. (am 20 currently)
However I've always tried to repress how I feel by forcing myself to find interest among things like... Lolita fashion-
Or make up tips (which I fail at miserably), so on and so forth. (considering expressing myself usually = instant shun)
So I force myself to be girly. I become extremely depressed.
Then inevitably cut my hair- put on a sports bra which is to tiny for me (Acts as binder), and work out.
Though this is the first time I've reached out to a ('little') community.
(I place faith in dreams- and what they can tell you.)
*shrug*
I hope to make some friends here, learn some things, hopefully boost some confidence...
And yeah.
(I like food, comics, video games, the idea of larping, tv (aka 'magic box'), uhm and drawing.
I'm a scrawny little stick. 5'4 any where from 98-103 pounds- Soccer rocks, and I am Canadian.)