Not a journal update…

This is just something I need to get off my chest because I can’t really tell anyone at school or home or anywhere. Plus it’s an awkward conversation. I know I’m a girl like I was born one and I don’t think I’m supposed to be a boy. There are just some days though that dressing in my brother’s clothes is just easier. I feel better a lot of the time wearing jeans and hoodies, never going out of my way to wear something cute except sometimes leggings. Plus I try to flatten my chest as much as possible on these days too. Not like wrapping them but like… no wire bra, tight tank top. Just to make them go away. Is this normal? I don’t know if it is or if it isn’t. It’s just me. I also don’t really care what pronouns people use. For a while, I was just called ‘them’ online and I sorta liked it I guess? But I’m not picky about it. If someone calls me a boy or a girl I don’t care… It’s just another strange me thing I guess.

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