What Makes A Human, Human
I always struggled to find my purpose in life. I was in constant search of a reason I arrived to this planet we call home, and always had difficulty finding why things are the way they just so happen to be. Then it occurred to me, maybe, just maybe, we were put here to enrich the lives of others and to enrich the life of the planet. This is still an ongoing discovery for me, but I am slowly but surely seeing what makes us all human.
When I was growing up, I struggled to fit in like all teenagers at the age of thirteen. All of the hormones coursing through my body, really did a number on my emotions. Figuring out why I was so different was the most challenging part of the entire journey to adulthood. Why was I more interested in dressing as Spider-Man at the age of 6, than playing with Barbie dolls and doll houses? Why did I uncontrollably sob throughout the entirety of my mothers wedding, simply because I was made to wear an awfully ugly, burgundy dress? Why, after an hour of non-stop tears running down the shower curtain, did I look in the mirror and see a strange, long haired girl staring back at me instead of a man?
After months of research in 2012 I came to a startling realisation that I may have been born in the wrong skin.
I in fact, was meant to be born a boy and not a girl.
However, it also dawned on me that this would not just affect me, it was going to affect my family, my friends and everyone I already knew in my life. This was going to be something I would not immediately understand, nor accept.
This novel is my reaching hand to anyone going through gender confusion, and just general discombobulation about how and why you feel this way. Lastly, I hope I can give insight to those reading this on how to deal with it from both sides of the coin.