Teenage Girl Monologue

This is something that I’ve always known, something that’s been there this whole time despite me only recently accepting it. I took a long time to think about this and be sure before telling you. But now that I have told you, I would like you to accept me as a girl, and address me as such.  Also please remember that this is not a “lifestyle choice” this is how I was born.

My Braideigh girls, today this just happened to mama..you woke up running into my bed just to get back into bed with Mommy. You told me to just lay and cuddle. Every time I hear those words you melt me because I know even with how independent and sassy my little baby girl is I still have you actually wanting and needing me..Just as I was ready to take off for work I looked at you, your face looked so much older today.. at that moment every emotion possible came over my body.. Proud,happy and sad because you are growing daily and there is no such thing as a just SLOW down button. Sad that I couldn't just lay in the bed and hold you tight when that's what you really wanted. because I know there's gonna be a day (before I know it) that you'll

Everyone goes through changes in life, especially ones that define who you are. In David Kaplan’s short story “Doe Season,” he portrays a young tomboyish girl that metamorphosis into a young woman over a short hunting trip. Not only does the young girl enjoy spending time with her father, but she enjoys the things that he does – shooting, camping, hunting. This is not typical of your average girl, or even a 9-year-old girl. Throughout the story there are symbols that show the audience Andy’s conflicts with herself and her gender or sexuality. It is also clear that she struggles with herself and her gender role in society.

“There, we can see your beautiful face again,” she says, depositing the washcloth into the murky water, and extracts the bandages and tape from the medical kit. “It's not bleeding, but knowing you, you'll figure a way to open it up again.” She grins.

In “The Changeling” by Judith Ortiz Coffer, she describes and depicts the hardships that a daughter goes through attempting to change herself. but it's often very difficult to change the way that people will you through gender and cultural norms. It's through his work that she tells of her childhood and upbringing. From this, we can extrapolate and better understand her experiences as a female writer. The story is about a girl vying for the attention of her father and mother.

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious

The cafeteria had always been the noisiest place in Geochang Middle School. Maybe because students were too busy studying and paying attention in class. Maybe because the 5000 square feet of space was the only region in the facility where they could breathe and let out the sparks that had been dimmed inside of them for so long.

The girl in this story is faced with the harsh reality of who she really is, and more importantly, who she is expected to become. In her struggle to identify with her father, she is faced with the extraordinary task of accepting who she is, and not who she wants to be. In spite of the fact that she thinks, behaves, and dreams things like a boy would, nearly everyone in her life is forcing her to see that she is a girl, and

I knew I wasn't a boy by the time I was five. Soon after, you knew too—though, this is something I wouldn't realize until some time later. It really wasn't so bad at first. It felt almost like a game; some secret that only I was privy to. Sure, everyone thought I was a boy now, but in the end I'd grow up to be like all the

I was six years old, dressed in pink, dreaming of one day when I would become a princess. That day never came. Little did I know what being a girl would entail in the future. Soon I would be thirteen, putting on a cake-face of makeup and new clothes that my mom barely approved of so I could get the attention of the boy that sat next to me in math class. Then I turned eighteen and still had to look my best when I was trying to get into a sorority at Michigan State University. I wanted to be six again. I wanted my mom to dress me, do my hair, and have nothing to worry about. Being a girl is and always will be hard.

I am uncomfortable with what "I am," and I can't stand feeling this way. I have become extremely depressed because of all this. I'm just really hoping all of you can actually just accept me. I just don't feel like being sorry for who I am, anymore. It's unbearable feeling like that. I love you guys and I don't want to hurt you but I really can't stand this. I can't stand "being" a girl for anyone anymore. I can't stand women's clothing, bras, underwear, shirts, pants, shoes, socks, and coats. I mean, I don't expect you guys to change the way you feel about me or what you call me, I know it's not easy, but you guys need to understand it's not easy for me either. I tried to pretend to be a girl, and that just brought me depression and suicidal thoughts. I just need this and I know once I'm out of here I will change my man and I will get surgery. I just want you to know I'm serious. I didn't want to get interrupted or fight. I really just want you to know I'm

She’s just a tomboy.” Overall, the most difficult part of my journey as a transgender adolescent has been admitting to myself that I am transgender. I spent countless nights alone in my room, thinking about how my life was going to change when I finally accepted who I was. I was scared to tell anyone. Every time I thought about my identity, I felt physically sick.

You tried correcting her number out times but nothing seems to work. What's the use anymore? Who actually cares? Feeling like your life is not really worth living, you cut yourself and self harm. Every time someone said "she, her, etc", another trail of blood goes down your wrist after you put the razor to your skin. Now two things will have to be hidden, your scars and breasts. Do not forget that tomorrow is a new day, a new day to still hate yourself! "You can do it. It will be alright." No it will not, but keep lying to yourself. Drift off to sleep though, darling. Dream about how family members call you by a masculine name with the correct pronouns. Dream of their acceptance and loving hugs. You will wish you never had to wake up.

From being a girl to becoming a woman or from being a boy to becoming a man is the journey we all take when growing up. Being feminine or masculine is a social and cultural trait. There are certain expectations depending on gender. For example author Jacobus explains a study that Germaine Greer did in which she discovered that male babies and female babies are treated differently by caretakers. Greer’s study results were that “The boy baby learns that he can have whatever he wants and quickly, the girl baby that she has to learn patience”. In different cultures gender plays a big role in your future. Certain parts of the world favor one gender over another. Our actions