I began the process of becoming authentic only because not to was to die a little more inside every day. For the first year, pretty much nobody knew - I even kept my beard (which was pretty dumb, but helped me feel stealthy). Then ever so slowly Julie began to really emerge, at first only here and there and only now and then. I was so scared, and so insecure that I questioned my motives and was convinced that all I would ever be was a never passing freak. Pretty much only my therapist embraced what I was doing, and kept telling me that living as I truly was at the core would be okay, that beauty and femininity were there inside, and would emerge as I grew into womanhood.
Another year and a half passed. Life got more interesting, I became more comfortable until I was Julie in every venue except at work. A few months ago I began to live full time in my own girly skin. Still I was nervous, questioning, and at times fearful. Will I be accepted, can I live, play, love with femininity and grace? Was I even sure what that meant? Will anyone love and care for me? The answer to all these questions is a big affirmative. I no longer question, worry, nor am fearful. I am who I am and if you think otherwise, it kinda sucks to be you. I love myself and I love the people who love me. It took as long as was necessary for me, but the only step remaining is confirmation surgery, and even that is no longer the end game for me. My life is mine to live fully, joyfully, and authentically, now and forevermore!
Peace,
Julie