 I describe the hairy myself
I want to describe hairy myself without to hide nothing from shame or fear.
From the moment where I felt around in my twelve with fourteen years old, I understood that I was different from the other girls of my age. My body became cause to comment and to leave far my.
It began it fills undesirable hairs, in my person they were presented sideburns and moustache that in few years became a complete beard, thus began the daily shave, because no other way was not so much effective.
Simultaneously I filled with hairs in the breast, in the stomach, in the back and the shoulders, in the hands and the legs. After enough thought I began the shave in entire my body.
Many times I felt that I was a woman jailed in body of man. Me it bothers terribly me they call “sir” when I wear trousers and have cut near my hair.
For what happens in my body I know that I am not accountable i, and fight to live and to stand up, seeking love comprehension and friendship no for what appears but for what genuinely is. | 
