Owen Traub
Late at night, when I struggle to sleep, I think about what it would be like to wake up
as a woman
I would get out of bed and comb through my long hair, and look at my manicured
nails, that could use another coat of paint.
I would choose what pair of earrings to put in before school and put on my eyeliner,
and it would be the most normal thing in the world.
I would feel a stronger connection with my mother, who wouldn’t be hurt by these
things, because its normal for girls.
However, it would still be me. So I would probably just look at myself in the mirror and
whisper,
“I wish I was a boy.”