They cut you and you bled. Your family was blamed for all the evil in the world at the expense of your birth. You were called the curse of the world, an abomination of the land, just because you were born differently.
Vaka Cheka nhengo yako uye uka Buda ropa. Mhuri yako yakapomerwa zvakaipa zvese zvepanyika pakuzvara kwako. Kuti wainzi chituko chenyika ino. Nokungoti wakazvarwa Uri Intersex.
It is a lonely kind of existence in many ways—not only having to live with a body that’s so uniquely different, but it makes for a very confusing puberty right at the time when everything changes and you are supposed to be figuring out who and what you are.