Sara Monroe
@saramonroe.bsky.social
🏳️⚧️Trans egg.
🇨🇦Still afraid to be who I want to be.
(she/her)
🇨🇦Still afraid to be who I want to be.
(she/her)
Trans people don’t need to be fixed—they need to be freed.
They don’t need permission—they need resources.
They don’t need to be diagnosed—they need to be believed.
They don’t need permission—they need resources.
They don’t need to be diagnosed—they need to be believed.
October 18, 2025 at 11:45 AM
Trans people don’t need to be fixed—they need to be freed.
They don’t need permission—they need resources.
They don’t need to be diagnosed—they need to be believed.
They don’t need permission—they need resources.
They don’t need to be diagnosed—they need to be believed.
Reposted by Sara Monroe
Would you mind a morning view like this 💝
October 5, 2025 at 1:09 PM
Would you mind a morning view like this 💝
Trans lives blossom not in the shadow of scrutiny, but in the light of love, choice, and open doors. And we are worthy of all three.
June 9, 2025 at 7:41 PM
Trans lives blossom not in the shadow of scrutiny, but in the light of love, choice, and open doors. And we are worthy of all three.
🌸 Mirror Affirmation for Sara - Part 2🌸
Every breath I take,
every choice to be kind,
every step into my truth
is her becoming.
I am allowed to be gentle.
I am allowed to be seen.
I am already enough,
and I am growing more radiant
with every sunrise.
©Sara Monroe 2025
Every breath I take,
every choice to be kind,
every step into my truth
is her becoming.
I am allowed to be gentle.
I am allowed to be seen.
I am already enough,
and I am growing more radiant
with every sunrise.
©Sara Monroe 2025
June 9, 2025 at 7:39 PM
🌸 Mirror Affirmation for Sara - Part 2🌸
Every breath I take,
every choice to be kind,
every step into my truth
is her becoming.
I am allowed to be gentle.
I am allowed to be seen.
I am already enough,
and I am growing more radiant
with every sunrise.
©Sara Monroe 2025
Every breath I take,
every choice to be kind,
every step into my truth
is her becoming.
I am allowed to be gentle.
I am allowed to be seen.
I am already enough,
and I am growing more radiant
with every sunrise.
©Sara Monroe 2025
🌸 Mirror Affirmation for Sara - Part 1🌸
I am not what the mirror says.
I am what I know deep inside,
a woman of softness, of strength,
of quiet grace and steady light.
The face I see may lie,
but I do not.
My heart tells the truth:
I am her.
I am not what the mirror says.
I am what I know deep inside,
a woman of softness, of strength,
of quiet grace and steady light.
The face I see may lie,
but I do not.
My heart tells the truth:
I am her.
June 9, 2025 at 7:38 PM
🌸 Mirror Affirmation for Sara - Part 1🌸
I am not what the mirror says.
I am what I know deep inside,
a woman of softness, of strength,
of quiet grace and steady light.
The face I see may lie,
but I do not.
My heart tells the truth:
I am her.
I am not what the mirror says.
I am what I know deep inside,
a woman of softness, of strength,
of quiet grace and steady light.
The face I see may lie,
but I do not.
My heart tells the truth:
I am her.
Blue Rain (Part 5)
For underneath the fear I feign, beneath denial's cold domain, a voice endures — it calls my name, and burns beneath the Blue Rain’s shame.
Beneath Blue Rain, I’m split in two,
the one they see, and one that’s true.
©Sara Monroe 2025
For underneath the fear I feign, beneath denial's cold domain, a voice endures — it calls my name, and burns beneath the Blue Rain’s shame.
Beneath Blue Rain, I’m split in two,
the one they see, and one that’s true.
©Sara Monroe 2025
April 23, 2025 at 6:38 PM
Blue Rain (Part 5)
For underneath the fear I feign, beneath denial's cold domain, a voice endures — it calls my name, and burns beneath the Blue Rain’s shame.
Beneath Blue Rain, I’m split in two,
the one they see, and one that’s true.
©Sara Monroe 2025
For underneath the fear I feign, beneath denial's cold domain, a voice endures — it calls my name, and burns beneath the Blue Rain’s shame.
Beneath Blue Rain, I’m split in two,
the one they see, and one that’s true.
©Sara Monroe 2025
Blue Rain (Part 4)
It floods my steps with shadowed doubt,
and tempts me to a safer route.
Yet every lie, though cold and thin,
still draws me to the truth within.
It floods my steps with shadowed doubt,
and tempts me to a safer route.
Yet every lie, though cold and thin,
still draws me to the truth within.
April 23, 2025 at 6:36 PM
Blue Rain (Part 4)
It floods my steps with shadowed doubt,
and tempts me to a safer route.
Yet every lie, though cold and thin,
still draws me to the truth within.
It floods my steps with shadowed doubt,
and tempts me to a safer route.
Yet every lie, though cold and thin,
still draws me to the truth within.
Blue Rain (Part 3)
Blue Rain warps the shape I see,
not who I am, but meant to be.
The rain begins when I disguise
the girl who waits behind my eyes.
I question all I feel and see, a tide that pulls the ground from me. Am I just lost? Is this a phase? The Blue Rain crashes through the haze.
Blue Rain warps the shape I see,
not who I am, but meant to be.
The rain begins when I disguise
the girl who waits behind my eyes.
I question all I feel and see, a tide that pulls the ground from me. Am I just lost? Is this a phase? The Blue Rain crashes through the haze.
April 23, 2025 at 6:35 PM
Blue Rain (Part 3)
Blue Rain warps the shape I see,
not who I am, but meant to be.
The rain begins when I disguise
the girl who waits behind my eyes.
I question all I feel and see, a tide that pulls the ground from me. Am I just lost? Is this a phase? The Blue Rain crashes through the haze.
Blue Rain warps the shape I see,
not who I am, but meant to be.
The rain begins when I disguise
the girl who waits behind my eyes.
I question all I feel and see, a tide that pulls the ground from me. Am I just lost? Is this a phase? The Blue Rain crashes through the haze.
Blue Rain (Part 2)
Blue Rain falls where no one’s looking,
soft as sorrow, slow and still.
It pools in corners where I hide my face,
and drowns the hope I can't replace.
Blue Rain falls where no one’s looking,
soft as sorrow, slow and still.
It pools in corners where I hide my face,
and drowns the hope I can't replace.
April 23, 2025 at 6:34 PM
Blue Rain (Part 2)
Blue Rain falls where no one’s looking,
soft as sorrow, slow and still.
It pools in corners where I hide my face,
and drowns the hope I can't replace.
Blue Rain falls where no one’s looking,
soft as sorrow, slow and still.
It pools in corners where I hide my face,
and drowns the hope I can't replace.
Blue Rain (Part 1)
It starts in silence, slow and thin,
a Blue Rain that seeps beneath my skin.
There’s a hush that settles in my chest,
unspoken truths I can't arrest.
It starts in silence, slow and thin,
a Blue Rain that seeps beneath my skin.
There’s a hush that settles in my chest,
unspoken truths I can't arrest.
April 23, 2025 at 6:33 PM
Blue Rain (Part 1)
It starts in silence, slow and thin,
a Blue Rain that seeps beneath my skin.
There’s a hush that settles in my chest,
unspoken truths I can't arrest.
It starts in silence, slow and thin,
a Blue Rain that seeps beneath my skin.
There’s a hush that settles in my chest,
unspoken truths I can't arrest.
I’m Sara
In the mirror, Sara stands tall,
A journey begun, she’s ready to fall.
Layers of doubt shed like old skin,
Embracing the light that shines from within.
©️Sara Monroe 2025
In the mirror, Sara stands tall,
A journey begun, she’s ready to fall.
Layers of doubt shed like old skin,
Embracing the light that shines from within.
©️Sara Monroe 2025
April 12, 2025 at 5:40 PM
I’m Sara
In the mirror, Sara stands tall,
A journey begun, she’s ready to fall.
Layers of doubt shed like old skin,
Embracing the light that shines from within.
©️Sara Monroe 2025
In the mirror, Sara stands tall,
A journey begun, she’s ready to fall.
Layers of doubt shed like old skin,
Embracing the light that shines from within.
©️Sara Monroe 2025
My Morning
Dew drops, desperately dripping;
Green grass, gracefully glistening;
Solitary sunbeams, silently shimmering;
My morning, magically marching.
©Sara Monroe 2025
Dew drops, desperately dripping;
Green grass, gracefully glistening;
Solitary sunbeams, silently shimmering;
My morning, magically marching.
©Sara Monroe 2025
April 11, 2025 at 10:09 AM
My Morning
Dew drops, desperately dripping;
Green grass, gracefully glistening;
Solitary sunbeams, silently shimmering;
My morning, magically marching.
©Sara Monroe 2025
Dew drops, desperately dripping;
Green grass, gracefully glistening;
Solitary sunbeams, silently shimmering;
My morning, magically marching.
©Sara Monroe 2025