Gendereuphoria
hen I was a teenager, I went through a phase where I was determined to grow myself a lovely pair of bazongas. Despite the fact that from the age of five, I’d often proclaimed I wanted to be a boy, despised wearing pink and always wanted to play with the bois, secondary school had knocked my confidence. Tired of being mocked for either my boyish frame or my race, I was on a mission to remedy any differences I could.
