This year, I decided to commemorate the anniversary of my leap into medical transition by reflecting on my journey through 2016. Although, a more accurate description is that I was dragged, facedown through the mud, through the past 48 weeks....
I've been thinking alot about the person I have grown into this year. I've endured more than I thought I could--consistent housing instability; the loss of deep friendships; continued under-employment and joblessness; the end of tumultuous familial relationships.
And growing into my Femme.
The last one feels like a 30-year journey of coming home. I've uncovered and recovered something that was taken from me very young. It feels more precious because I've fought for this part of myself after so much hurt, betrayal, and denial.
I've also been reflecting alot about the ways in which I have... filled out since This Guy walked into the room--literally and metaphorically. He's been a catalyst for alot of healing, and also alot of instances to put all the theory I've absorbed the last six years into practise. The last three months have been sweet and tough and excruciating and unbelievably tender....
I think I hoped for myself to be this grown last year. I just didn't understand what it would take to make it here.
