Do call me; “he,” again for which we, women, were all he to begin with. See, it’s just that I was born different. Bestowed with unimaginable hardships to begin with, overcome, and become and as also maybe to serve as a side living example, perhaps as a side little remembrance of that very sacred creation for all of you creeping little creatures to witness and see with your own mere physicality and mortality how I was, am, and will always be very much real. And now yes. Do call me; “she,” again for which we, women, were all he to begin with.
When your voice tone starts to level and match your brain cells; instant therapy.
I am a transitioned female born with brown eyes, curly black hair, and olive skin. Here lies my personal definition of perfection; an unconditional love for the self.