When you look at me, I know what you see. I have long hair, I wear make-up and my fashion style screams girl. You roll your eyes over me, notice the way my top pushes out and no bulge in my pants. You think you know the answer, without a doubt you must be a girl.
Wrong.. I let you call me a woman, a girl, I let you use she/her pronouns and the reason I let you is because my brain.. Yes my brain tells me that feels comfortable for me.
My parts DO NOT define my gender, My clothes DO NOT define my gender. My brain DOES.