I feel stuck in my skin
This isn't who I am,
And will they ever believe that I'm a woman?
If I'm born a man.
Everyone around me seemed elated, not a single care in the world, and a fire in their eyes, a storm brewing.
As I walk further, a row of mannequins catches my attention. It’s impossible to miss, really. Every mannequin is dressed beautifully. My eyes widen, and I marvel at how attractive an inanimate object can look, with all the hard work put in by the designers.