I’m 17. Boy? Girl? Who really cares. Actually you see, the problem I’m having is that too many people care. I’d love to be able to walk into the women’s washroom and peacefully urinate. I’m fed up with all of the unnecessary glares and comments as to why I’m in the woman’s washroom. “Is that a boy or a girl?” is something that I hear on a daily basis. And the truth is I don’t have an answer. I’m somewhere inbetween. I shouldn’t have to define myself based on what society thinks I should and shouldn’t be.