hold on. i know its tough right now. but please keep going. keep fighting. you’re stronger than you know, and one day, everything you’re going through right now will be behind you. and every day brings you a little closer to that.
tomorrow, you will be one day closer to coming out.
one day closer to cutting your hair.
one day closer to buying ur first boy’s t-shirt.
one day closer to getting ur first binder.
one day closer to starting t.
one day closer to your legal name and gender marker change.
one day closer to top surgery.
one day closer to happiness.
next week, you’ll be a whole week closer to all that.
next month? you guessed it! a whole month closer.
next year? dude, you’ll be a whole year closer to everything you want!
you’ve already come so far and i know it’s been hard. i know you feel like giving up. i know some days your dysphoria is so bad and it seems like you can’t wait one day longer.
i promise, you can. every day brings you one day closer. those days will turn into weeks, those weeks into months, those months into years, until finally, you’re there.
you’re telling people you love who you are. they might accept you or they might not. if they do, that’s amazing and im so happy for you. if they don’t, don’t worry. either they’ll come around or you’ll find your own family. people who love you for who you are and wouldn’t change a thing.
you’re running your hands through your newly short hair. it feels good to look at yourself in the barbershop mirror and see that all that hair is gone.
you’re trying on your new clothes in the mirror. you feel more comfortable than you ever have.
you’re ripping open the package and taking out your new binder. you pull it on. it’s snug, but mostly comfortable. your chest is finally flat. you never wanna take it off.
you’re getting your first injection. you’ve never liked shots, but the pros far outweigh the cons for this particular one. an hour later, you’re looking in the mirror to see if anything’s changed yet. it hasn’t, but it will.
you’re filing the paperwork that has your real name on it. you’re at the dmv to change your gender marker. your driver’s license now reflects who you truly are.
youre waking up from surgery. you look down. there’s your chest. it’s as flat as it should’ve always been. recovery will be hard, but it will be worth it. your body is finally yours. your body finally matches your brain. you look back at yourself all those years ago and think, ‘here we are, buddy. we made it.’
these things seem far away now but i promise, they’ll happen. hold on tight. you’ll make it.
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