I've lived my life as a female for 15 years now and counting. I started living my life as a female when I was 22 or 23 years old. There was no transition period for me. But, you know what? I'm a woman. Legally, I'm a woman. Physically, I'm a woman. Medically speaking, I'm a woman. Hormonally, I'm a woman. Who do I need to prove this too but myself?
Should I carry around my medical papers to prove that I'm a woman? Should I pull down my pants so that they see my genitalia? Should I show them my birth certificate and drivers license to prove that I'm not a man? The heck with what someone says. You don't need to surround yourself with people like this.
I don't care what someone sitting next to me thinks. Do I blend in? Do I look female enough to pass? Do they think I have big hands? Do they think I have big feet? Oh God, please don't let my cellphone ring and I have answer it in public! Look at all these people that look better than me, they all know about me. I don't pass well. I must have, "Guy in a Dress" syndrome. lol
These thoughts are not of someone that is confidence, of someone that is sure of themselves, of someone that loves themselves, or of someone that knows without a doubt that they are a woman. These thoughts come from a person that still wonders if they are a man or woman.
If your a woman, you don't need no one else to tell you, your woman. Let's not confuse body image with a lack of self confidence. There's a difference here. It's o.k. to look in that mirror on a daily basis and say, "You know what, I don't like the way my nose looks." vs. "You what what, I think my nose makes me look like a boy." Do you see the difference? I don't wake up thinking what body parts make me a man or woman. Nor, do I wake up wondering what someone else next to me is thinking. I don't care if they think I'm a man or woman. What matters is what I think I am. I'm woman, period and I have half my life to prove that I have lived my entire life as a woman regardless if someone at work, church sitting on a bus or sitting in a coffee house looks at me and says, "That's a man."
Are you a man or are you woman? Whichever decision you decide, start living like one and stop all this crazy talk about "Guy in a dress Syndrome."
