Becoming Shalomi

real me without excuses

[becomingshalomioriginal]

A real life

People often ask what transition means.

For me, it was never about becoming someone else.

It was about waiting for my life to finally feel real.

I don’t need perfection.

I don’t need luxury.

I need peace.

I need closeness.

I need a life that feels like mine.

And I still believe it’s possible.

[becomingshalomioriginal]

It’s two in the morning.

People often talk about dreams as if they have to be big.

Mine are simple.

I miss closeness.

Not perfection.

Not luxury.

Not a different life.

Just a conversation that lasts longer than a few minutes.

A smile that means something.

Someone to fall asleep next to.

After everything I’ve lived through, I still believe that an ordinary life can be extraordinary.

And maybe one day, I will stop surviving and start living.

[becomingshalomioriginal]

People often imagine transition as a sudden change.

My experience is different.

I did not become another person.

I remained myself.

What changed was not who I am, but how much of myself I allow the world to see.

[becomingshalomioriginal]

No cambié

People often speak about transition as if it creates a new person.

That was never my experience.

I was always me.

What changed was not my soul, but the distance between my life and who I really am.

Some days are difficult.

But I no longer live hidden from myself.

[becomingshalomioriginal]

Today everything feels too much.

But I’m not reacting the same way anymore.

[becomingshalomioriginal]

They present themselves as ethical and correct.

Behind that image, there is pressure.

There is control.

There is forced silence.

That is not coherence.

That is not integrity.

[becomingshalomioriginal]

It wasn’t just money.

It was pressure spoken like I’m supposed to absorb it.

[becomingshalomioriginal]

Documented: labels assigned in sequence.

No label equals identity.

[becomingshalomioriginal]

I will not return to the version of me that survived by disappearing.

[becomingshalomioriginal]

I was not built for stillness.

I was built for crossing what others avoid.

#trans #queervoice #survival

[becomingshalomioriginal]

I am not becoming.

I am.

Clear. Present. Final.

#trans #identity #truth #clarity

[becomingshalomioriginal]

I wasn’t confused.

I was brave.

Crossing means you don’t get to pretend anymore.

And I don’t want to.

#trans #identity #truth #choice

[becomingshalomioriginal]

I am not running.

I am moving.

Movement is how I stay alive.

Even when no one is watching.

Even when I’m exhausted.

[becomingshalomioriginal]

I will not soften myself so you feel comfortable.

That era is over.

Comfort is not the price of my existence.

#trans #selfrespect #identity #lgbtq #boundaries

[becomingshalomioriginal]

You are not seeing me.

You are reducing me.

And I don’t fit into smaller versions of myself anymore.

People confuse recognition with understanding.

They are not the same thing.

[becomingshalomioriginal]

It’s not a mistake. It’s a decision.

When people call me the wrong name or misgender me, it’s not confusion.

It’s control.

And I’m done pretending it’s anything else.

My existence is not a misunderstanding.

It’s a fact.

[becomingshalomioriginal]

Everyone applauds your “inner fire”

until it refuses to perform softness.

Until it stops explaining itself.

Then suddenly you’re “too much”.

Funny how freedom only scares people

when it can’t be shaped.