"My body's like a foreign country and I don't have a passport"

How true.

And some days it hurts more than others.
Some days I can pretend to be normal.
But sometimes it weighs on my mind.
So hard. So heavy.
And I always ask myself 'what if?'
What if I had been born a boy?
Would I have been happier with my life?
Would I have the same friends that I do now?
Would I have the same personality?
Would it matter?
No.
Because if I had the right body, everything else would have fallen into place.
I would have made friends without ever knowing what could have been.
At least, I tell myself that.
And sometimes that hurts worse.
To think I'd easily throw everything away if in exchange I could just get rid of this feeling.
This feeling of being a stranger to myself.
This feeling of desperation.
Of self-loathing.
I want to love myself.