She thought that,
If she loved others,
She wouldn’t have to love herself.

When she was little,
She used to think that
The girl she saw
In the mirror
Was just a girl
Who happened
To always be there
With her.
She'd smile at her own reflection,
To thank her for appearing
In the mirror's glass
Every time,
But she never smiled
For herself.

Some days,
Anger's flames,
And Fear's shadows,
And Sadness's tears,
And Anxiety’s turmoil,
And Pain's wounds ...

Introduction
All over the world, transgender people are constantly denied basic rights. They face their very existence being negated and having to cope with people who, through ignorance, assume that being transgender is a mental illness. However, this is just not true. Transgender people do exist and they deserve the same rights and opportunities as everyone else.

Sex or gender?
There is a fundamental difference between a person's sex and their gender identity.
Someone's sexrelates to their biological characteristics...

I stare out towards the dark above. The winds don't understand me, but perhaps the stars will (1: stardust). I feel the warm summer air wrapping me, a steamy world that insists to envelop me in its greedy arms. One by one, I feel the molecules of air thrust themselves upon me, forming a dense atmosphere around my body (2: thickness). The crickets formed a choir some time ago and seemed to want to persist for the duration...

Introduction
All over the world, transgender people are constantly denied basic rights. They face their very existence being negated and having to cope with people who, through ignorance, assume that being transgender is a mental illness. However, this is just not true. Transgender people do exist and they deserve the same rights and opportunities as everyone else.

Sex or gender?
There is a fundamental difference between a person's sex and their gender identity.
Someone's sexrelates to their biological characteristics...

The wind scream as if it had been deeply injured by the bight of a vicious beast. Perhaps it had.
My question lingers in the air and stays there, shivering from the cold as I was. Tom looks me in the eye and sighs. He rolls up the few inches of his sleeves as if he were feeling incredibly hot. As if there were a scorching sun that cooks some soft sand beneath him instead of a white blaze in...