Growing up I wanted to talk about it. I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell. I wanted to shout from the rooftops, “I’m not a Boy, I’m a Girl”. But I stayed quiet. I did as I was told. I did what was expected. I endured the pain and the humiliation and hid who I was in the shadows. But a hidden truth is a lie. And living a lie isn’t living. So every day, I died a little inside. Don’t make the same mistake. Be you. Be true. And live your life for yourself, with no regrets.