Birth Certificates-Personal Narrative

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My story begins in Decorah, Iowa. I am born a week early, and am a girl. Well, not really, that’s just what it says on my birth certificate. Fast forward 13 years and you end up here, a 14-year old in baggy clothes and much too feminine face for how he dresses. I am a boy, I recite in my head as I step into my clothes in the morning, pulling the binder over my head and doing the clasps to push my breasts down as best I can for the day. When I get to school i’m greeted by my female name, the name I was born with. “Elizabeth,” they say with a smile on their face. I force a smile, forcing down the bile in the back of my throat and make my way over to my small group of friends, joining the semi-circle they’ve formed. They grin “Morning, Ian!”