So many of us spent years not having the words for who we are. We knew something was askew, but we had no name for it. We knew we were searching for a home that we couldn't describe.
Maybe at some point, we learned a word. Transgender. When we first heard it, maybe it was whispered. Maybe it was used as a noun with a definite or indefinite article before it. Maybe the people we hoped loved us couldn't bring themselves to say it at all.
Maybe it took some time. Maybe months, maybe years, maybe decades, but eventually, all of us learned that it was an adjective. An adjective that we learned we could use to describe ourselves, one of many that described just one aspect of the living breathing people we are. Whether we said it to only ourselves or eventually to other people, every time, it got just a little bit easier. Or it didn't, but despite that, we kept going anyway.
No matter how uninteresting or normal it seems now to some of us, never forget that naming that part or ourselves is one of the most difficult things many of us have ever done, and we found a way to fight through it all.
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