When I was growing up, my parents wanted two boys so they could help out on the farm. They had two daughters instead. And because I was the second and last daughter, I always felt like I shouldn’t really be here, since I REALLY disappointed my parents’ wish for a boy. Sad, huh?
I was sort of a tomboy at one time and then became a “girly-girl”, and I am feminine to this day. Now my parents are both dead and gone, and my sister too; but if they were alive today, I’d be telling them that now I don’t mind that I’m a girl. (I loved the shirt a friend got me when I had cancer – it said “Fight Like A Girl”.)
I can be a loving addition to society even if I wasn’t born a boy. A writer can be of either sex, and I do believe my writing flow has come back.!
With loving thoughts, and a reminder to know that you’re just fine the way you are ~