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Oh, the pretty little girl! I'm pretty sure that's what they said when I was born. They looked between my legs and the die was cast. After that, it never stopped. Eloise, you look like an angel with your beautiful long hair, my grandfather always said. Eloise, look at yourself, you look like a princess in that dress, my mother complimented me. An angel, a princess I didn't recognize myself in these words, I felt different and I didn't understand why. Something inside me hurt. Mirrors and time answered my questions. I saw a girl's body. And yet I know that it's not me. Me, I'm a boy. A guy, a man, a little ass, a dude . Or you can just call me Eloi.. Sometimes, it happens that a person does not recognize themselves in the body that is theirs and from this arises a lot of suffering. They then engage in a horrible internal struggle to try to understand what their identity is. When this person becomes aware of their difference, when they decide that transition is their only option, an immense process begins. Having himself undergone a transition, the author uses his experience to recount all the obstacles inherent to transidentity . .
