These colors also covered a child in that pumpkin patch that day, covered in a t-shirt and shorts. “Ah, a boy,” I thought. Then I noticed the glow of the little earrings in the child's ears, and as they went down, I saw the little flowered sneakers and the lace-trimmed socks. Not a boy after all. The genre is done” (Lorber). That kid, me, never grew up with that style of dress and always opted for a comfortable lifestyle, eschewing jeans and skirts for more “boyish” graphic tees. Society may look at me and think this person is not ready to be a woman or this thing is not fit to be a man. At the end of the day, the only thing I want to be is myself. “Individuals are born sexed but not gendered, and they must be taught to be masculine or feminine” (Lorber). Without the ability to specifically identify who or what a person is, a plethora of people feel left in the dark and unsure of what to do without their carefully constructed classification system. Do I even fit into the social construction of gender? Or am I just that special Child X who defies stereotypes, growing up and leaving the other members in the dark just by showing my true nature.