I started to question my gender when i was twelve, I would act like a guy and see myself as a guy. I used to draw a bunch of gay art and put it up on my wall and i didn& #39;t know my dad was a homophobe at the time.

one day my dad stormed into my room and just started ripping all of my art off of the wall. I didn& #39;t know how to feel..I felt stuck. He told me that drawing those things were bad and that I would always be his daughter and nothing would change that.

that& #39;s when i became aware that not everyone would accept me for what I was and i just believed what he told me and told myself that I was weird, I kept telling myself that and I& #39;ve said it over and over that i& #39;d never fit in and that my body wasn& #39;t fit enough

for someone else& #39;s liking. Now that I& #39;m older i& #39;ve realized that there are tons of people like me and I& #39;m not completely alone in this situation. I love the community and everyone in it.
Thank you for your support.

I& #39;m always glad to know that someone..somewhere cares about me.

It helps me out when I& #39;m feeling very low.

Sorry if this thread is badly typed, i havent slept since 3pm yesterday and it is now 9AM i& #39;ll probably redo this later lmao