imaginary

Imagine if you don’t belong to the body that you are assigned.
Imagine living in a society where you’re obliged, since birth, to fit into a binary system that records you as X or Y, without allowing you the freedom of a third choice.
Imagine being surrounded by people that don’t understand you, and don’t even try to give themselves a chance to go beyond their own ignorance.
Imagine being told what you should wear.
Imagine being told how to behave.
Imagine being told whom you should love.
Imagine living in a free world where you’re not free to choose because apparently someone else “knows it better”.
Imagine looking at the mirror and not recognising yourself, feeling disconnected and lost.
Imagine being so scared of asking for help that you would harm yourself.

Imagine living this life,
opening your eyes,
and finding out that this is not imaginary.