When I was a child on the just after the eve of consciousness, there was just me as a single mind and heart; simple, curious, adventuresome, kind, shy, and soft spoken.
I knew the difference between those older people that seemed like giants and were called adults. To me , I just lived in my own world, where there was just my room, my toys, and a whole neighborhood to explore with my little red tricycle. And to avoid the big dogs that lurked about. In the hallway outside my room, sat our family bookcase. Inside the bookcase my mother placed national geographic magazines she subscribed to.
In looking through these pictures of the world and people, after see people of all walks of life, and even tribal communities, I had decided that I wanted to be a mother and bear children. For I knew I would be most happy once I grew up and could do this. I thought both males and females where one and the same, just in that they had decided in doing different roles. Breasts I had though appeared once one had decided and had children (I knew they were used for suckling, since I saw my mother breast feed my younger brother and sister). For christmas I received the family doll set that I had been eyeing every time we went to the toy store, that had mother, baby, and father.
What do I now see when I look inside?
I still see that single minded child, that is now more of a teenager genderwise. Finally loose of the great teenage divide, when I had abolished the female side within me, and tried every way to forget that part of me. Before there was no gender, only thoughts, feelings, and actions that just came naturally. Sometimes I have to force or consciously make efforts to free that inner soul from chains of limits, fears, and inactions. To unite that once divided self. To allow, support, show, express, tell, and follow.
I see a person with attributes , behaviors, and preferences that can be categorized by social gender norms that are blurred or sometimes mixed. Still sometimes afraid and trying to overcome my self limits, but trying to unite versus divide.
How does what I feel inside influence how I look on the outside?
On the outside I continue to make in harmony with my inside. Physically hrt has helped make my anotomy more intersexed (with small breasts). Clothing wise as I have written before, I have made several great mixings of feminine/masculine fashion strides the past year. Relationship wise , my family and friends know about me. I am trying to create that inner person to the outer world as truthfully and honest as I can. Of course I explore and try new things.