My life started with my long and hard birth on July 14, 1993. I came into the world with a large scream and was immediately placed into some sort of category. The doctors and nurses took a quick look at me, and pronounced me as a girl. This social label of being a girl was now my gender, which is something I had no say in. Every since that very moment in time where my parents were told I was a girl, I have been treated according to my gender. This meant that my parents automatically dressed me in pink, bought me dollhouses and kitchen sets and threw me Barbie themed birthday parties. Since I was surrounded my whole entire life by these things, it was almost like second nature to think and act the way that I did and still do. My
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Since I was a female, I was allowed to be sensitive and cry about the littlest of things, either emotionally or physically. My mother would sit and comfort me, and my father would tell me things would get better and try and give me advice to the best of his ability. On the contrary, if something happened to my brother emotionally or physically, he would be told to toughen up and deny any sort of pain. I could especially see my father instilling that in him, because my father was a very tough man who never showed any sort of emotion to my brother or me.
Life was quickly passing me by, and before I knew it, I moved from preschool to kindergarten, and then to elementary school. When I was in elementary school, birthday parties were very important. You invited the whole class to come celebrate your birthday, and there were the usual activities that you would participate in such as games, cake, and opening presents. My best friends birthday party was coming up, and she was handing out her invitations to everyone in the class. Naturally, she gave mine to me first, and I sat and watched her give them out to everyone else but one dark skinned little girl. I quietly went to her and asked why she wasn’t invited, I didn’t know if she didn’t like her or not, and she simply told me her mother told her she wasn’t allowed to invite dark skinned people over to her house. I didn’t