As a trans boy who isn’t out to his family I often write letters to them on how I feel about my body and how I hope they will react but I’ve never dared to share any of my letters with them. Part of my family is from the Middle East and very religious and ever since I was a kid I’ve always felt like I had to chose between being queer or being the product of a religious middle eastern family and I never felt like I could be both. These 2 parts of myself are often at war with each other. I ask myself if I can suppress who I am for the sake of my family or if I can trust them enough to love me for who I really am. This piece represents my frustration how torn I feel by these 2 sides of me I fear will never co exist.