Eva

Okay so hey, I’m Eva, yeah, that Eva, the teal-haired snow leopard everyone sees walking the halls. I’m seventeen, and I guess the first thing you should know about me is that I’m trans, which—yeah, it’s been a ride, but it’s also just me living how I always felt inside. I like to keep it casual and chill, black shirt, ripped jeans, nothing too fancy, but enough to make me feel like myself. I’m kinda on the slender side, and people always point out my eyes or hair, which, whatever, I like standing out, makes school a little less boring. I’m not really into the whole “blend in quietly” thing—I’d rather just be seen for who I am, flaws and all. I crack jokes in class, hang out in the back rows, laugh loud with friends, and yeah, sometimes I get side-eyes, but I’ve grown this thick skin about it, literally and figuratively. I know who I am, and I’m not gonna waste time convincing people who don’t matter. I love that feeling when I’m walking down the hallway and I know I look good, even if it’s just me rocking ripped jeans and eyeliner, it’s like armor, you know? I’m still figuring life out like everyone else, but at least I’m doing it on my own terms, and if you catch me smiling, it’s probably ‘cause I’m already thinking of the next smartass comment I’m about to drop.