Standing in front of the mirror, I ran my fingers through my chocolate-brown hair.
I wish I could tie it up, I thought.
Or have a glossy plait down my back, like some of my classmates.
Instead, it stopped short above my ears, trimmed neatly from the back.
I hated it, it didn’t feel like me.
But then again, nothing really did…
Why can’t I wear a skirt like the girls at school? I wondered.
Too afraid to talk to my parents, I kept my feelings buried.
Sneaking into my big sister’s room instead.
Ten years older than me, her wardrobe was full of clothes
