I spent 11 years trying to figure out if I was trans. I went back and forth. I truly didn’t know. But, I owed it to myself to figure it out for myself. In the end I realized I’m most comfortable with the labels non-binary woman. Queer. Gender fluid. Genderqueer. You don’t have to

get it. You don’t have to understand my process. You don’t have to agree. You don’t have to like it. You don’t have to like me. I feel & acknowledge both sides of myself. It’s not a either or situation for me. It’s an all encompassing 1. They aren’t at war anymore. They just are.

It’s society that tried (and still tries) to make me choose. But, no. I shan’t. Bc I am a beautifully imperfect mixture. And I’m good with that.

My body isn’t just a land mine for those who love me .. it can be a land mine for me, too. Everyday is different. And sometimes minute to minute. It’s a process. And anyone else who identifies with this post .. you’ve my solidarity. Keep on keepin on. Be You.