It’s funny how I could think of several insecurities like me being trans* and not passing, or maybe even my weight. Yet when asked the unconscious part of me finally replied “I look like my father.” Growing up in a poor working class Hispanic community I saw all shapes and forms of domestic violence and … Read more
It wasn’t until my late teens, after unfortunately having to undergo the misery of the wrong puberty, that I realized that trans existed. All my life I had been socialized to believe that sex and gender were the exact same thing. I had girl parts therefore I was a girl. It didn’t matter that inside … Read more
Growing up, I always knew that I was different. While the other boys spent their time kicking soccer balls and skateboarding, I always sat on the sidelines. Unlike so many of my peers, I never felt entirely comfortable with masculinity. At the age of six, my ideal day would consist of playing in the woods … Read more
It’s pretty clear to me now that my entire life has been leading up to this juncture when I can finally say, “I accept myself for who I am and what I’ve been through and that’s okay!” All of the pain, the hurt, and the suffering that I have endured within my lifetime were for … Read more
