Sophie-Spencer

I hated it. I hated everything about it. From the lumps, to the bumps, to the lack ofs. It was disgusting, and I would do anything in the world to change it.

Not many people realized how much I disliked my body. It wasn't that I thought I was fat, or that I didn't like my hair, or my eye colour. Honestly, I was very happy with my weight, I loved my straight black hair, and my blue eyes were phenomenal. It had nothing to do with the normal every day stereotypical female body problems. But that's because I wasn't normal.

I may have looked like a female on the outside, but every nerve in my body was screaming, every brain cell screeching, at how wrong that was. 

I was a male. I had always been a male, and I would always be a male. I just had the wrong body parts.