I am speaking for the ones who have learned how to live, the ones who know the struggle and have chosen how to overcome.
I am transgender. But I don't call myself by my
other name.
You know the one that I had to create an identity for.
I don't cross-dress (anymore), because I feel my identity as both male
and female is more important than establishing myself as the gender I associate with.
It wasn't until middle school where I realized that I was different. I am born a girl, with two younger sisters. My childhood was distinctly feminine: pink, frills, dresses, Barbies, and other similar girly things.
I love Barbies, even as a boy.
Yet, not being able to understand womanhood on an instinctual level was difficult for me. I struggled with my first period (my younger sister had to show me how to install my first sanitary pad.) I was never enamored with the sexual appeal of breasts. And, I still liked boys.
(Does that make me gay?) It wasn't until college when a word surfaced for this:
transgender.