What you are describing is something I have heard from a lot of trans women over the years, and it feels very familiar.
When you are a trans girl who does not know she is trans yet, the world hands you a script that does not fit. You get grouped with the boys, expected to bond with them, expected to see girls and women as "other." But something does not line up. You find yourself drawn to women—not in the way everyone says boys are supposed to be, but in a softer, sideways way. You are watching, learning, feeling pulled toward them, and because you do not have words for it yet, it feels "weird."
For some of us, that pull shows up as admiration; for others, it feels more like envy. I had a lot of that over the years. It wasn't "I want to be with them." It was "I want what they have. I want to live like that." At the time I would have said I wanted to be them. Looking back, I think it was really that I wanted to be me and I did not yet know how. From the outside, it seemed so easy for them—they simply got to be.
Now I know that this oversimplifies other women's experiences, and that no two women — cisgender or trans — walk the same path through womanhood. But all of those paths are equally valid.
As a younger trans girl with no language for myself, that is just how it looked: they were allowed to grow into themselves without needing to explain every step. I felt like I was standing just outside the doorway of my own life, trying to figure out how to step through.
Underneath all of that is a kind of recognition. You see something of yourself in women long before you know why. Their spaces and conversations feel more like home. The way women relate, listen, and share emotions often matches how we move through the world inside, even when everyone around us insists we are supposed to feel and act like "one of the boys."
None of that is weird. It is your mind and heart trying to tell you something true about yourself in the only language they had at the time. The uncomfortable part is not the admiration itself—it is the gap between what you were told you were "supposed" to feel and what you actually felt.
Once you start to understand who you are, that gap starts to close. All those feelings that once seemed confusing begin to make sense, and you can look back at them with a lot more kindness for the younger you who was just trying to find her way.
With love,
— Susan 💜