Looking back on my life, beginning transition around 1999-2000, having SRS in 2004 (for context).
Looking back I would say that prior to transition my womanhood was a seed planted deep inside of my chest. It was a seed that never saw a drop of rain, a sprout that never saw a ray of sunshine. It was a seed. My womanhood was a seed, one that was dying... one that was withering away.
Transition was a way to begin nourishing that seed. Transition allowed that seed to sprout and develop into a sapling.
Today I am a tree, no longer a seed. My womanhood is visible, no longer a seed hidden away in some dark place. My womanhood is like a tree that can be climbed in, it has structure and substance.
I was always female but prior to transition my being female was undeveloped, it was even less than stunted because it had never seen the light of day. I had never had female interactions. I was unable to experience life like other women (never being recognized as female) never being interacted with as female. I had fantasies that I occasionally actually believed myself, fantasies about people perceiving me as female before transition. Fantasies that other people would have known that I was female all along. But those were baseless fantasies, and they came out of existing as a deep well of emptiness. They were pipe dreams to fill a life that had been a vacuum. I did all the typical trans head games and fantasies stuff. I even imagined that hormones would cause people to forget I had ever had a male body and that I would be completely accepted as female without ever having to come out as trans.
What I know for certain is that I am not the same person. I know now for certain that I was not a woman prior to transition. I was never a girl. And yet there was that paradox because inside of me was a seed, I was female because of that seed, that seed was female but I was not and yet I could not remove that seed and it had to grow, that seed was the true me, the me that was never acknowledged, the me that never got to experience anything, not even a first step or riding a bicycle for the first time. That seed was only a seed and I didn't have some secret female life prior to transition.
And transition for me was physical, mental and spiritual and I am sure as F@ck not the same person that I was prior to transition. A tree is not a seed.
I am an entirely different person. I don't even like the same things that I used to like. I don't like the same colors. I don't like doing the things I did before transition. I never realized how awful beer is till after transition. Nothing tastes the same, nothing feels the same, nothing is the same and I am certainly not the same person. The only thing about me that is the same are the ideas that people like my parents have about me in their minds and I am tired of being a slave to other people's memories. I am fed up with being a slave to other people's expectations and perceptions.
I am so far removed from the person I was before transition that it is beyond imagination. I don't have the same personality... everything about me has changed including the texture of my hair.
All I want is for stupid people to stop comparing me to someone who doesn't even exist. All I want is for ignorant fools to stop trying to prove that I am really just a man. All I want is freedom. The freedom to be me. The freedom to not have to keep in mind what my enemies might be saying behind my back or plotting or planning. That idiot who looks at me and thinks, "I wonder if she is really just a man?" I want total freedom from that idiot and everyone like her. The space between the lines is just that, space.