Late night feelings of longing... so much of my life feels like it was wasted, treading water until I could finally come out and live the life I wanted to all along. I didn't start transitioning until I was 25. I'm 29 now and feel like I'm only just barely coming into my own.

Fuck I feel lucky to be trans. I shudder to think of how many years I lived trapped in a body I hated, desperately yearning for things I didn't fully understand. And now I'm here... almost 30, mourning the teen that I never got to be.

Being trans is a gift, being trans is a gift. Thank goodness for this second chance at life, for this delicious taste of what I wish I'd had all along. I'm a woman and I'm gay and I'm happy and I'm in love. Thank goodness, thank goodness.

I cry with happiness when I think about trans kids who are allowed to be themselves, teens who get to experience love and friendship in the right way, using the right words. What an amazing thing.