You say you understand when I say “it’s hard to be trans*”, but let me ask you this:
How could you understand the feeling of always feeling like your wrong.
Never feeling like you fit into what your parents wanted of you, no matter how hard you tried.
How could you possibly understand the feeling of telling your father that the little girl he once had was never truly there,
That behind the pretty face, curves, and high pitched voice, was his son.
When you discover him crying later that night over the loss of his little girl. All those dreams broken and gone.
The dreams your parents once had of walking you down the aisle on your wedding day vanished at the words spoken from your lips.
How could you possibly understand the feeling like your never good enough for your partner because your lack of “manhood”.
Or having to fight the government to be seen as you rightly should. Being told you won’t won’t ever truly be a man it’s just cosmetic.
The pain of having someone you care about tell you they like you but because what you have between your legs isn’t want they want they don’t want you,
What you want do desperately in this world they turn you away because of it.
It is very hard to be trans* but I am proud.
For how much I have accomplished and how far I have come.
For not giving up when I had no where left to go. For pushing myself up when I was down and making myself come around.
For every day that was bad there were ten more that were good.
You don’t understand me and no one truly ever will, but know this:
If given the chance I wouldn’t change it for the world! I am a trans*man and I am proud!