The world is cruel. often. you don’t know what’s you gonna get from it or what it’ll give you straight away. as many things unexpected is how getting gender dysphoria at old as 27 was and coming out as Transgender at age 27, was for me a curious, delightful and painful thing. 

it hit me like a train from nowhere. yet i realised it has always been there. ever since i started exploring my sex. 

truth be told i also hate my body. i hate how it stares back at me every morning. a male body i can’t do anything about besides applying makeup, shave, use creams and lotions to let Melissa out a little. from the outside it will in all be the same. i am to strangers just a male in makeup. 

all i can do is to see everyday trought the best as i can. and live as «Melissa» in this body that isn’t mine. i just had to use it for 27 years. 

and the fact that, coming out now is met so mixed reactions. family don’t support me, my cousin and friend group does. my leader at work. 

sometimes i feel that im better off just dealing with this myself and let everyone else live their lives. 

no. i need to recall what i mentioned in an earlier post. keep your supporters and distance your oppressors. it’s simple. yet it isn’t. just have to do it. it’s the easy path in all this. for those who’ll let you be «YOU» does to some extent understand that you go trough a LOT and you need support and smiles along the way. «as long as you’re happy» they should all say, yet they don’t. some does but not all. 

this will be a bumby road for a pre-HRT Transfem that’s for sure.