One: I love my body. It’s a beautiful vessel capable of amazing things. I’m happy where I am, where I’ve been, and ecstatic for where I’m going.
Two: Having the right hormones makes the world a whole lot happier. Each day glows a little brighter with estrogen. I’m enchanted by beautiful flowers and tranquil environments. Everything feels at peace.
Three: Womanhood and manhood are equally (and unnecessarily) heavy. Their weight feels different because they exercise different muscles. Humans who don’t try to force either/or seem to be happier and less frustrated.
Four: All change is loss. Growing into myself has required reexamining my wardrobe and learning to say farewell to shirts that just don’t fit me anymore. I’ve survived each of their departures quite fine.
Five: Coming out feels like relinquishing privilege. Doors are slightly heavier, and bathrooms feel a hell of a lot less safe.
Six: Being sure of myself does not mean I have it all figured out (I don’t). Every day is a journey of self-discovery. Six months from now I’ll know things about myself I never thought possible.
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