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I look at the boy in the mirror his long wavy brown hair that goes just about his waist all tied up in a ponytail hoping he could hide it with his hood , the boy in the mirror with a black oversized hoodie which he use to cover the evidence that he still has breasts, the boy in the mirror with baggy trousers so no one could see his stretch marks because “who would want a boy like that?” He looks at himself in the mirror a tear threatening to leave his eye “your pathetic you know? fucking pathetic!” He said to himself “why can’t you be normal why can’t you wear clothes that actually fit you why can’t you wear skin tight clothes like a normal girl why can’t you be normal” he looked at himself in the mirror as the tears run down his face “why can’t you like that you have breasts why do you hide it. Why can’t you like that you have a high pitch voice like a normal girl because that’s what you are, a girl”he looks at himself in the mirror once again and wipes the tears with his sleeve he stood there for a moment “I don’t know” he said to himself once again “I don’t know because I’m not normal and I never will be no matter how hard I try or how many times I get told I am I never will I never fucking will”.