In our Understanding the Self class

My teacher asked what had shaped us to become our present self.

I think about God because He’s the author of life,

Then I think about myself, my free will,

And my classmates who called me Chrissy Sissy.

I think about Daniel and the tiny mole above his lips,

Then the romantic films I watched alone,

And the underwear brochures I skimmed through alone,

My ballet teacher in his 30s who still looked good in his tights,