I love you, everyone asking themselves questions they were always scared to ask. I love you, everyone patiently answering the questions of scared internet strangers. I love you, everyone brave enough to voice those questions. I love you, everyone who's ever had to hide away clothes and accessories from prying eyes. I love you, every girl learning that the skirt goes spinny after all. I love you, every boy painstakingly learning how to draw in facial hair. I love you, everyone exploring their clothes options for the first time. I love you, everyone realizing that their clothes don't dictate who they are.
I love you, everyone excitedly taking their first dose in the pharmacy parking lot. I love you, everyone who's waiting for that opportunity. I love you, everyone who can't have it. I love you, everyone who decided they don't need it. I love you, everyone who's undergone surgery. I love you, everyone who doesn't want surgery. I love you, everyone who sees surgery as so far out of reach that all they can do is weep in pain when they see their friends' results.
I love you, everyone with a tiny scar from the time they forgot to swap to the injection needle. I love you, every woman painfully learning she can't flop chest-first onto the bed anymore. I love you, every man taking topless selfies at the beach for the first time. I love you, everyone getting correctly gendered by a stranger. I love you, everyone for whom that can't or won't happen. I love you, everyone out loud and proud, by choice or by circumstance. I love you everyone stealth and scared of being exposed. I love you, everyone who has ever gone by different pronouns in the past than they use now.
I love you, detransitioners. I love you, infighters. I love you, victims of intimate partner violence scared to speak because their abuser was trans. I love you, community members with rancid takes. I love you, everyone I agree with. I love you, everyone denied access to a space they should belong in. I love you, everyone who thinks they don't belong under the umbrella. I love you, everyone who thinks they don't belong in this species. I love you, everyone who doesn't always love themself. I love you, everyone who does. I love you, everyone who reads this and thinks "but what about me?". I love you, everyone who knew this was a trans post from the first sentence. I love you, everyone who isn't trans but who found themself in this post regardless.
I love you. I love you. I love you.