I remember my fourth birthday party like it was yesterday. The pink princess dress, the awkward feeling – it's all still vivid.Mom went all out, planning an epic fairy tale theme with a castle cake and princess hats. But I was more interested in my brother's superhero action figures.My brother's friends laughed and played while I stood alone, clutching my doll. Mom kept saying, "Be a lady, Elsie." Like, what does that even mean?That party was the start of me feeling like I didn't quite fit. I began questioning everything: clothes, toys, everything.Why did I have to be limited?My brother's hand-me-downs became my go-to. T-shirts, shorts and sneakers – freedom! But Mom would get upset, saying, "Elsie, you're a girl! Dress like one!" Like, why?I felt confused and trapped. Like I was living someone else's life.Those early years were the start of this crazy journey.Little did I know, that tiny spark of doubt would ignite a fire that would change everything.