I grew up on an island, a small island where everyone knows each other, in the past we count on the ocean to make a living, almost everyone. In this case, my entire family was longing that I could be born as a boy because the ocean is not always welcome females, they say girls are too weak. My knowledge of the world starts with their reminders of the ocean are not belongs to girls, so I listen, I stop from there and never looked back. And I start looking around to see where I belong. I think that at the initial starting point, a person’s perception of the world or one’s gender is self-cognition. All the sounds after that are nothing but noise.

I like beautiful clothes and jewelry, but I also like to run on the grass until the clothes become dirty; I like to play Barbie with girls, but I also like to play marbles and water guns with boys. I remember when I was young I felt very confused when someone told me how to behave like a girl, but boys can be unscrupulous and naughty. This is not fair.

Until I grew up that I realized that I livin in a society of masculine sovereignty, and only when girls are constantly restricted, boys would have more gender benefits.