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I was always a girl.
I didn& #39;t always see myself as a girl. I didn& #39;t always see myself as anything at all. I didn& #39;t see myself.
But I always knew something about how people talked about me felt wrong. And the moment I accepted I was a girl, it didn& #39;t feel wrong anymore
I didn& #39;t always see myself as a girl. I didn& #39;t always see myself as anything at all. I didn& #39;t see myself.
But I always knew something about how people talked about me felt wrong. And the moment I accepted I was a girl, it didn& #39;t feel wrong anymore
The moment I said, "I& #39;m a woman" things made sense. But when people talked about me being a boy before, that alienation resumed. When I explained to my family how I needed them to never misgender me, even in the past, and my mom talked about my girlhood, my childhood made sense.
When I began talking about my girlhood, my childhood didn& #39;t start making sense because I felt like a girl at the time. I didn& #39;t feel like anything at the time.
It started making sense because "I was always a girl" rings me like a bell NOW.
It started making sense because "I was always a girl" rings me like a bell NOW.
I didn& #39;t always know. I had a sense young, then had it crushed out of my by several big waves of brutalization from loved ones. But I didn& #39;t always know.
But it gives me life, makes every cell in me sing, to acknowledge that while I may not have been able to admit it to myself, I& #39;ve always been this girl. Just, before I was divorced from who I was.
