New Years resolutions, the buzz of the day all over social media. A new year a new you. Lose weight. Quit smoking. Ditch whichever nasty habit you have that’s holding you back from being happy. I could set a goal to stop procrastinating but I 100% guarantee I’ll fuck that up by the end of the day. So no thanks. I don’t want to be a new me, I just want to accept the true me.
2017 was a year of tremendous self discovery for me. It started out quite insignificant, but by April I had learnt a few lessons and in May I started to get to know myself for the first time in my life.
Two months before I turned 40, I finally allowed myself to consider the fact that I am trans. I teetered back and forth between elation and trepidation. But mostly I was filled with a sense of peaceful knowing.
The first thing I did was cut off all my hair. I was slowly starting to recognize the person in the mirror, but it would take me a few more months before I could finally say “hey man, where’ve you been hiding all these years?”
In September I started seeing a therapist who is also a trans guy. Over the last few months he has helped me see how typical most of my thoughts and feelings are for a trans person. And with his guidance, I’ve deconstructed so many of my stereotypical ideals regarding gender.
This year I learnt what self acceptance feels like. I discovered the meaning of self care and self love and what they look like for me. I still have a long journey ahead but I am going into 2018 with anticipation and my heart and home overflowing with authentic love and genuine acceptance. I truly couldn’t ask for anything more ❤️