There is nothing wrong with being trans. Why do I have to keep telling myself that over and over? What kind of world put in my head that there could be anything wrong about it?

I’ve always wished I had a woman’s body. I’ve always wanted to be a woman. I’ve always felt I’d be happier as a woman. I’ve always thought I identified more with women than men. But I never really let myself consider that I could be trans. When I did I felt shame and revulsion. And then more

I realized how much shame I was feeling for being trans and something shifted. I can feel many things about being trans, but there is no reason at all to feel shame over it.

It’s so much more likely that I am trans than cis based on all evidence, but so hard for me to accept because of the courage required to be myself. Something I have struggled with since childhood. Honestly it is amazing I am alive and still putting one foot in front of the other.

“Erica loved Constance, yes, but she feared losing her more, and those were two different things, she realized. One required honesty, and the other required swallowing yourself.” -Woodworking

Reading @emilystjams.bsky.social Woodworking and feeling very seen. Personal resonance with protagonist aside, the writing and storytelling is wonderful.

I am going to try an experiment. “Hey world, my name is Robyn, I am a 60 year old trans woman.”