I WAS a woman.
I know not a lot of trans people feel like that but I WAS.
and I think there’s something so important about acknowledging that without becoming sad about the boyhood I never got to have
The strange thing is, I’m not happy with what I’ve experienced
But I am grateful.
As a “girl” I was perpetually seen as “too much.” I was too “intense,” “dramatic,” “aggressive,” “passionate,” “talkative,” [insert “boy” adjective here].
“Your brother must feel overpowered by your energy and strength!”
As a “young woman” I was seen as wrong. In my part of Georgia at least, there wasn’t a place to explore my gender or my sexuality or my place in the world.
“Women do such a good job in children's ministry, why would they want to be anywhere else?”
As me, as a man, as who God made me to be, I am still “too much.”
I’m still unpalatable, still weird and off-putting.But you know what? I am myself. And that’s what matters, that’s what’s important, that’s what I want to be and maybe even who I’m meant to be!
