I am not transgender. I was born in a female body and feel no dysphoria, no desire to make any kind of physical transformation. Now that I have grown up in and lived in this body, I have come to love it and think of it as home — even if I sometimes catch photos of it in unflattering angles and wish that it were a bit smaller, a bit more aesthetically pleasing. I do not wish I were a man in the physical sense; I wouldn’t know what to do with a penis or heavy facial hair or the expectation to build muscular definition. But I do wish that I were able to experience what it is like to be a man in the societal sense, to move around in a world that was, in many ways, built on the assumption that I am an individual — one who is allowed to construct his own value and not have it printed on his forehead from the time we are able to determine how attractive he is.