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Transition Didn't Save Me

Transition did not save my life. I was not depressed, I did not feel like something was missing or wrong, I did not need to transition in any sense of the word. I "merely" wanted to. And this has caused me no end of worry as I fretted over whether I will be "found out" and told I wasn't trans, or worse, that I would grow to regret my decision and hate the "mutilated" body I inhabited.

But this was all misplaced. Polite society likes to insist that any sort of body modification wether it be multiple piercings, or tattoos, or even gender transition are these permanent thresholds that you can never go back from. That this is somehow scary and should be considered with reverence and long introspection. As though these things, visible to those around us, are the only permanent things. Everything is permanent. I will always be trans, because the last year of my life will always be a part of me. I will always be someone who lived in the Bay area, someone who went to college, who lost a nephew to cancer. These changes are no less permanent than the ink in my skin or the metal in my ears, and yet they are seen as less of a change. Less something for which regret is a horrible outcome. We are changed invisibly or visibly by everything we encounter and do, and that change is permanent. Everything is permanent, and nothing is permanent, and that is beautiful.

I inject estradiol into my leg every week, not to save my life, but to enhance it. My life is richer for having this experience, I am privileged to experience something that 99% of humans never even consider. And if I change my mind, my body will be in no sense "mutilated". Because trans bodies are transcendentally beautiful. They are a potent symbol fighting against the ways in which society seeks to minimize all of us. Trans bodies are beautiful because they are the outcome of profound self love and self acceptance. My body is a trans body. It is a body I own, and one that I live in. And I am working each day to make it as comfortable a home as I can, and that is beautiful.

I am beautiful. You are beautiful. Everything is permanent. Nothing is permanent.

I love you

#trans #transJoy #TherapyThoughts #positive