Androgyny has always been my ascetic.
Picture this, My senior prom in 2007.
Vs 1 day post-op 2019, looking like I need a nap but overwhelmed with happiness.
Unfortunately, up until 07, my school wouldn’t allow same sex couples to go to prom together. The year prior I wore a dress, went with a friend and ‘switched’ dates at prom to be with my first love, my girlfriend at the time.
It was my mission the next year for me and everyone else to go with whoever they wanted to. I went to our principal, argued my case and surprisingly she changed the rules. I was able to attend with the girl I was seeing AND finally got the balls to wear a suit despite of what society and family wanted me to wear. Even though I dressed androgynous since I was 16, the confusion of knowing I was trans consumed me.
Now at 29, I feel proud of myself for finally choosing the path that’s right for me. I don’t guilt myself anymore for not changing my name sooner, starting HRT at 28, getting top surgery etc. I see clearly the path I took was right for me.