yes! this is exactly how i feel whenever i say (to myself, silently of course) “i am a trans woman,” but my egg may have cracked last night. what we are is not what we do or how we look. i may look like a man and live as one for the rest of my long life, but i know i am not one. maybe i’m not even a woman, but somewhere in between. lately it seems like the “official” definition would still make that count as trans.
be you and love yourself, even if it’s just it your mind!
hearts and rainbows,
aoife
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