Hello Mara

hello to everyone

Here is... well I don't really have a name still, but Eva i think is a kinda nice second name.
So, Eva here. I'm a transgender woman, 32, from Italy, living abroad. It's 6 months since I understood being a woman with a male body, but just a month I'm really feeling it.
I already thought a lot, already in analysis (although is not making any difference

), read a lot and come out to my nearest friends and my sister and cousins.
It may sound stupid, but the hardest part for me was to believe in myself.
I reached many times the "darkness", as many times I went back, and did not believe that this is happening. That I am a transgender person.
You may know better than me how is though.
In those moments I do two things:
1) I accept my going back. I am faulty, and not perfect, everyone is. But started to do not blame myself to have fallen, or failing, one, two, several times. It's OK.
2) I stop doing what I'm doing and take the time I need to do whatever I need (even sometimes I just don't know what to do).
For me it's simple. I'm a woman, I want to show the world who I am, and I can't do it with this body. Sometimes I wish to take it out like a suit (never been too "dysphoric", but kind of being now).
[TRIGGERING about passing]
About passing... well, this is something that I started worrying in advance (in the very first months), and I found a great reading (still unfinished), enlightening: "Nobody Passes", by Mattilda aka Matt Barnstein Sycamore. It's worth reading something from it.
The point there is that "passing" in part the reflection of the society standards in ourselves, and it's a violence.
Think about stereotypes which all kinds of persons have to adapt to, to please the "others": women to appear feminine, men to appear masculine, for example, or tatooed people having to "pass" daily, covering their tatoos. Immigrants passing as local people (this happened and still happens to people from south Italy going to work to the North, and trying to pass, as you are from the South...even in the supermarkets). Violence.
I'm starting to think that passing is a violence.
I feel I never pass. This is a problem on so many levels.
Guess what? Big deal. I am what I am. I will be the ugliest, fattest, disgusting piece of woman on this earth, but that's what I am.
I repeat this like a mantra. It works, and when it doesn't, I stop, I cry, and I know that I want to go on.
I will not pass, I will be what I feel to be.
I will be influenced by the masses, I know this. But I'm conscious of this.
Mara, find her.
Find your path, and be kind with yourself. You deserve it.
You deserve all the colors and joy and feelings of the world!
A big, biiigggg hug! :*
Eva