I miss back when I was young, and didn't have a clue, back when I Dad's perfect son. I miss the age of being able to hide the fact that I didn't feel like a boy, because I though I was normal. 598Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV480wcYeE2
I miss the age of not struggling to understand my identity. I miss the days when it didn't matter what I wore, my father smiled, back when he swore it was just a stage I was going through.
I miss being able to feel comfortable in the clothes I'm wearing, instead of feeling forced to conform to gender roles.
I miss the niave days of childhood when I didn't have to understand the way I stuck out like a sore thumb. I miss the friends I had who pushed me away because "We can't be friends with a guy who wears makeup." I miss the days when I didn't care what people thought.
I miss being able to love myself, but most of all I miss how lovely life was back then.
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