GoUDA GHoST

the boy in my head focuses on pushing his jaw forwards to reduce his overbite and focuses on making sure his feet dont touch an invisible line when he's walking so his hips don't sway.

the boy in my head walks confidently with his head up and walks in long strides- for his height, anyway- and sits with his legs apart.

the boy in my head wishes he had dark brown hair that's slightly shorter than its current length.

the boy in my head feels numb when he gets called by his birthname, or called a girl at all. that numbness takes a while to go away. when it goes away, it's often replaced by utter hopelessness.

the boy in my head is a boy, and he knows it.

at the same time, there's a girl in my head.

the girl in my head doesn't care about her overbite; she thinks that from the front, it makes her look innocent and cuter. she lets her hips sway when she walks, and takes pride in the femininity of her body shape.

the girl in my head walks in short strides with her head down and her shoulders slumped and crosses her legs out of habit.

the girl in my head is happy with her purple hair, and the only thing she'd change about her hair length is the top layer so it wouldn't poof out.

the girl in my head doesn't care when people call her a girl, and likes being called cute and beautiful.

the girl in my head is a girl, and she knows it.

i want the girl gone.

we both know someone who very quickly transitioned from taylor, she/her to max, they/them and then back within a week with no warning. i was scared to be that person because everyone highkey talked behind her (their?) back about it.