Baby Saja was feminine

Baby Saja dressed like a girl

Baby Saja looked like a girl

He hated himself

He didn't want some damned girly pop outfit, he craved to be masculine, to leave his past, to leave his trauma, he wanted to be different

His room was the only one without a mirror, the other boys didn't question it, they mostly didn't care, the girls didn't question either, no one cared, no one saw his suffering; the way he'd cling his sweater because he feels like a monster with those markings, or the subtle way we hates that pink sweater everyone loved on him, the time he spent crying in the shower because of his body...

Right now, he was laying in his bed, curled up in a blanket feeling miserable, crying silently praying for a hope, a glimmer of something different