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The woman that I am today would not exist without the miserable femmy kid trying to boy in the 1970s/80s.

I wouldn't be here as the me that I and you know.

My womanhood and what I understand about how much I value my existence in this life as a woman is causally and intimately bound with my 17 years of feeling like a bag of misery pretending to be a boy.

Those 17 years are a part of my womanhood and my femaleness.