once telling someone me, who i am, it's always "how did you know?". i didn't. i knew who i was like you knew that pants where worn on legs or that love is both amazing yet disastrous, i just knew who i was.
it's june and that means that it's pride month! when i started to identify as transgender, of course, i went through anger and sadness then acceptance then everything all over again. but i wouldn't want to be someone else.
i've been told that i'm disgusting for being who i am and that i would never be loved because i am the way i am. but it doesn't effect me as much as it used to. of course, it hurts hearing that from strangers and even more from your own parents, but i would never change myself.
happy pride month. we are strong and proud. thank you.