I used to whisper to myself at night: “Please let me wake up in the right body.”
Not to be beautiful. Not to be special.
Just… to feel peace.
Now I look in the mirror and whisper: “Thank you for surviving.”
That little girl in trapped in a boy body who used to cry herself to sleep?
It’s not about what a woman brings to the table, but about who deserves to sit beside her. 😉✨
What do you think: does a woman’s worth need to be proven or simply recognized?