"Me?"

My way through self-discovery and self-acceptance is bumped.

As it stands, emotionally drained, dark circles under its eyes and mouth dry, in front of the full-length mirror.

What is what was in front of it? And what is what was in the reflection? While people could see a beautiful lady, I only could see a soulless body. Gasping for life, for something to fill it. And as something filled it, it realized it was in the wrong body.

Author's Note

What am I writing? I have absolutely no idea.