I’m 13 and I’m a tomboy nerd. Okay. 98% tomboy! I have hair that ends at my shoulders (I HATE IT SO MUCH.) and… I’m the cleanest freak. A lazy clean freak. I haven’t told my family yet and I’m very strong with what I think. But I don’t have the guts to say it. When i do, I always get shoved down into the pit of despair. That just gets rid of my confidence. My only confidence: internet and my lucky parka. I can’t get a binder because I haven’t told my family I’m a tomboy. I hate my boobs. I lost all of my confidence that was in me from them.and my boobs are HUGE for my age. I don’t want them. I just want to get breast reduction surgery and be flat. I haven’t been breathing the same and red sores, scratches, etc have been appearing on them. I consulted my mum, she declined. I’m not accepted for who I am. My English teacher likes to send kids out by gender. When he says boys first I stand up and what I guess you can call the Queen Bee of middle school grabbed my hoodie and shoved me to the ground. But I usually just try to ignore her. No one believes me and no one helps me. Not even the English Teacher. Not even the school counselor. I can’t move or contact police because there’s no home phones, and I don’t have a phone.okay, maybe I do but I’m afraid of calling the cops.i’m also atheist and the popular kids are Christian so I’m a natural target for a game of:”WHO CREATED THIS” They once wrote on my locker: “gay,lesbian, freak,b*tch” it hurt so much. I can’t erase it off, it was written in permanent and I got detention. I won’t commit suicide, because I have an ambition. But I’m a tomboy, and I’m proud. I’m a excellent swimmer and I love video games, or tech in general. I just want to be known as a man. I refer to myself as man, and I’m going to be known as man.