jamie (she/her)

Pretty little girl.

Princesses and fairies, dreaming of one day finding her prince.

Messy and kind, always boy-crazy, hopeless romantic.

jamie (she/her)

Has a crush on a girl.

It's nothing, it's just her, I'm not gay.

But her face feels like home, and when she says my name it's a chorus of angels, and- she doesn't feel the same.

jamie (she/her)

Raging lesbian. Combat boots, beanies, flannels, a pixie cut, all in the middle of July to tell the world that she is NOT STRAIGHT. She never really fits in.

jamie (she/her)

Scars.

Sadness.

Fear.

Loss.

No friends. No one to talk to. Lost. Alone.

jamie (they/them)

It had never occurred to them that there was something in the middle. Not boy. Not girl. Not pink. Not blue.

Not a costume or lie simply authentic and who they feel they're finally meant to be.

Smiles.

Laughter.

"sh-THEY!"

They still make mistakes but it shows they're trying.

"You look so handsome in that tie"

"It makes me so happy to see that you're finally confident in who you are"

Finally.

All the shells have broken off. No more shields or walls. Just a kid being themself.

It's truly beautiful, isn't it??