It’s immensely hard to wake up one day and realize you’ve been playing a part — wearing a mask your whole life. I don’t mean a literal waking up, as in waking up in the afternoon as I do, and then noticing, again, that I can’t sleep a full night and haven’t since I was a kid.
That I can’t go to bed before the wee hours of the morning. I mean the “Aha!” moment-that-rocks-your-world waking up. The kind of moment I felt when I realized I was transgender.
And that was very much solidified after I had top surgery — a double mastectomy — in July of 2020. I couldn’t stop smiling and I felt complete.
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