Oh Halie Quinn,
The hard part is over now! It took forever for me to declare: “I am Lukcia!”. Things started falling into place from then-on. I am on estrogen therapy, and the two “stop-the-balls” drugs, but I found that I cried a lot. Crying became critical to my approaching the prior 67 years (I wish only 40).
I just got back from the supermarket in my small home town where almost everybody knows almost everybody. I wore a short pink patterned skirt with a deep pink sleeveless-T, plus a oversized white shirt called a boyfriend shirt. My legs were freshly shaved, my nails polished with pink and glitter. I walked up and down the aisles, did my shopping and then checked out. It was so liberating, but it took a little time to get there.
I had to go to my town office the other day to have my official change-of-name documents notarized. They all know me…I have lived here in the same house for 22 years. They were professional and accepting (that is actually their job).
Halie: Take your time and find your truths. Become Halie more and more every day, every good cry, every “Stepping Out”.