Dear World,

I hope this finds you well.

I don’t have anyone I can share this with so I am writing a letter to the world. This is not my body. This is not who I am suposed to be. I feel trapped inside a package that is on the wrong toy and I don’t know how to get out. I hate who I am, or at least who the world thinks I am because my outside is giving you a picture of someone I am not. How can I shed my skin and be the person I know I am inside when being myself would destroy my family and in turn me?

I don’t know what to do.

Love,

A very lost woman