When I was in 3rd grade I realized that I didn't like wearing those flashy girl shirts that shined in pink and purple. I didnt just want to brush my Barbie's hair and dress her up. I wanted to wear my brother's zumiez bought shirts that are still quite big on me. I wanted to play with my brother's g.i Joe toys. For a long time I struggled with figuring out if I was a tomboy or not. I was lost of what I was. A girl? A boy? A confused child lost on the road. As time goes I labeled myself as a boy. I wanted to get a sex change at the age of 13. But I knew I could never because money is a huge issue. After that I begin to think of myself as both, a boy and a girl but then it grew tiring and it just didn't sit right with me. So what am I? A boy? A girl? It doesn't matter. All that matters now, is that I am me.