" I like it a lot, maybe too much, more than I should "

I am very thin, I lack curves, fat and above all I have excess height.

At school they called me a giraffe and the truth is that I am the tallest of the gang. Most of the countries where women have scandal curves. So I am a broom that nobody looks at.

Everything is genetic, we inherit the characteristics of our parents, girls tend to look like the father and vice versa.

My father was nicknamed the snobby so I couldn't be more ramshackle. In an effort not to stand out, I have taken up the habit of walking hunched over, which completes the exaggerated beauty of my person.

That's why they let me be close, I'm just another colleague, no one sees me the way they look at the others.
I resigned myself to it and I see it natural. All until I met Trini. This woman saw potential in me, with my permission she proposed to remove the swan that she claimed to carry inside.

I had to stay away from them because I was overly masculinizing myself and from them because of their apparently innocent but derogatory comments.

They were six intensive months, wearing a corset, walking around with books on my head, learning to speak properly, dressing according to my fit ...
She had a lot of patience, hairdresser, gym, speech therapist and no mirrors

A balanced diet and good hydration.
And the day came, he dressed me, a total makeup with makeup and made me go out to meet them.
I didn't know what I looked like, I wanted to see how I reacted and what I felt.

The boys got into an uproar and told me things that I had never heard before.

The one I liked was there too, but he made no signs that this woman was the one he was attracted to.
Then I went to see them. Women are more exaggerated, more everything. Screams, laughter, hugs, they were amazed.

_You seem like a model ... What long legs !!!
I always had them, I thought, and they never served me more than a mockery.

It was the waxing, the clothes, the heels.
My parents did not recognize me and, in their courtesy, it did not seem right to them. It looked like a fresh one.

A bittersweet taste after six months of a long ordeal that I did not intend to repeat.

Trini got upset, broke the friendship, even wanted to sue me for damages. I didn't have my legs to run when I said how?
I learned something, you are born a swan or you are born ugly duckling. Trying that radical change, more based on props than on the inside, was a scam that has only just been discovered.

I am like that, ramshackle, thin .... But there is something I can and would like to do.

And a tattoo artist made a swan on my back.
When he, my bad guy, my gunman saw me, he put aside his Indifference and came over to talk to me.
I like it a lot, more than before, too much.

Author: @wiliangel

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