There were so many amazing parts of transition for me.

•feeling my emotions/crying
•skin softening
•b00bz and ass
•patience
•temperament
•inner peace
•curves
•clarity
•hearing my name
•existing as me

But the best part?

I know what it means to love myself now.

A strange part of transition was losing my lifelong fear of death. I think subconsciously I knew I wasn’t really living, so I was afraid of dying without experiencing ME.

Ironically, I want to LIVE more than ever now. But now, when it’s my time, I’m happy I’ll die in peace.

I lost "love” from many but gained so much from myself. No comparison between loving myself and others loving me, especially when some so easily take it away. Makes me wonder what it means when someone says "I love you?" I dunno but at least I know what it means to love me.

ps- if y’all ain’t loving yourself, figure out how to do that.

There’s an old Incubus song on the album Make Yourself…in fact, the title track, Make Yourself. “You should make amends with you, if only for better health.”

Music has been one of my biggest healers in life btw.