Transgender Life at Odds with Your Old Life: I Am a Woman
When your old mask haunts you!
As a young man, person, whatever the heck I was, I was never comfortable. Still, I learned how to be the person I needed to be to become invisible. I adopted a persona that was acceptable. I donned a mask every day. I did this so consistently, so often I didn’t know what part of the mask was the real me, and what part was invented.
The trouble is, more often than not, the mask is both an invention and you.
I can only share my perspective and experience. So that is what I am doing today. When I began transitioning, I began the painful, sometime terrifying, and always exhilarating experience of learning to let my inner self interact with the world. My inner self is a woman. This is not me “identifying” as a woman.
This is me being a woman.
I can hear the challenges now, “What is a woman?” My answer? A woman can be many things, I only know that I am a woman, and I support my sisters!
Like peeling an onion, my first ventures were only skin deep. I dressed poorly, but I dressed in undeniably feminine clothing. So many of us go through this phase, I believe because we missed out on the ages when it is expected. Unfortunately, a woman in her late 50s dressing like a young girl…
