First time I knew I wasn’t straight was one time I went roller skating with my brother and my aunt at the beginning of 7th grade. There was a girl skating on the rink and I can still remember exactly what she looked like and I was just like yep. I’m not straight. Another story, when I was little I sometimes wanted to be a boy, and other times I was definitely a girl. A couple months ago on a day when something just didn’t feel right I took all the sports bras I had and layered them to make a homemade binder. It hurt like hell but was very proud of it