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I started dressing as a very young boy of about 7 but I knew years before that I was born into the wrong body. I would go to sleep hoping that in the morning I’d wake a a girl. For years I would fight what I am until I gave up fighting and gave into when I was in my early twenties; I gave in to social norms and hid my true self away. It’s been so long and I’ve missed me. I forgot how wonderful I feel when I’m wearing the the clothes that I recognise as me.