Just some thoughts
So I'm nonbinary. As you know. I'm your local genderqueer.
I was... Very dysphoric when I turned sixteen on January 4th, so I went through with cutting my hair. And in doing so, I took a necessary step towards being comfortable with and understanding myself.
I'm... Almost never dysphoric anymore. And I wear makeup and skirts and show cleavage and all kinds of traditionally feminine things that would have devastated me before.
And I'm bored with having short hair.
So I'm growing my hair back out. And I'm excited, this time.
Hair is hair and life is life and I'm not a girl just because I have breasts or skirts or an addiction to glitter and lip products. Or even because my hair reaches my ass.
My appearance doesn't mean anything about my gender or identity.
It's just my appearance.












