Drawn by the astoundingly talented  toddlergirl here's a little picture of the me, I sadly can't be.

Growing up, it's what I wished for more then anything, I knew deep down inside something was wrong with me, and that i wasn't supposed to be male.
I didn't know what I wanted to look like, but this is an pretty spot on interpretation.

I wasn't depressed about having no friends, I was cycling daily and with slightly poofy skirts, I could have probably had the confidence to even experiment more in crinkles, wearing them publicly as well; not shown here.

For me, it's a tantalizing glimpse at what never was.

I hid my feelings about being transgender from my parents for years as I was worried they wouldn't understand and I didn't want to hurt them.

That's always the kind of person i've been, trying to cause least harm.

I know now, they wouldn't have understood, but they would accept it, try and help in the clumsy stumbling way they are and whilst there'd have been some very rough bumps, i'd be much better place then I am now for sure.

I really love the pose Gem caught her in here, it's as if she's waving for a moment, about to run off to a new exciting adventure, just there long enough to smile cutely and wave goodbye.