Where to begin is often the most difficult thing to sort out, but sometimes the best way to begin. For as long as I could remember, and having my first thoughts of why I wasn't like the others was when I hit puberty, or around twelve years old. I seen girls and saw how pretty they were, with long hair and breasts and somehow I knew I was plain jane as it were and could not catch their attention. I wanted to look like them, to have a body like theirs and be pretty
Rachelle Jennsen
Transition: Of Love and Acceptance
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Submitted by RachelleJennsen on Mon, 2011/04/18 - 8:43pm
