Nat vs Evil Dead ✨️

I cried all morning because I was really scared to do it. My boss was very supportive and told me she would be with me throughout the process.

I don't know what will happen, but I felt a sense of relief after saying it. I felt free and lightweight.

Telling her had to happen someday because I will change my legal name later this year, but today I gathered the courage to finally take the leap of faith and believe everything will be ok.

How is everyone doing here?

The first picture was taken on Christmas Eve, and the second was taken a week ago.

Here's a quick update, as the last one was in November. Apologies if I missed any messages you sent during that period.

I contracted pneumonia at the start of 2026, which led to severe complications. I ended up in the hospital on New Year's Eve and spent the entire January recovering. It was an incredibly horrible experience.

I informed Mom about the pneumonia on January 2nd. She saw the message but did not reply or discuss it afterward, despite being aware. A month passed, and I still received no response. My brother didn't even read my message on the same day.

This month marks a year since I last spoke to the man I once saw as my father. A year of silence caused by my choosing to be myself and start my transition. I am almost certain I will never see him again, and my heart aches when I think of it.

I've spent the last weekend in the forest at a very beautiful, romantic cabin.

This year will be one of the most important of my entire life and I'm glad I survived to keep trying to be myself in a world that doesn't believe I can be happy as I am.

Music festivals are one of my favorite things in the world. I enjoy the energy, discovering new music, crowds singing, the freedom to explore fashion and outfits, and the feeling of living inside a bubble for two or three days to the fullest.

The best part? This is the first time I felt like myself at a music festival. It’s as if my life has just begun. Transitioning is saving my life in ways I never thought possible.

On August 20, 2023, I posted my first picture on IG publicly in the gender I identify with. Two years later, so much has changed, and I could never fully describe everything I’ve felt.

During this time:

• I found beautiful communities that accepted me without question.

• I stopped having panic attacks when shopping for clothes, wearing them, or even looking in the mirror.

• I went out in dresses and outfits that genuinely make me feel pretty.

• I had to learn (and I’m still learning) how to do my makeup and hair.

• I celebrated the best birthday of my life with my chosen family, surrounded by love and indescribable acceptance.

• I faced transphobia among friends (some are no longer in my life).

• My relationship with my father ended after he saw me embrace my identity.

• I began hormone therapy and live its effects every day.

• I stopped fearing mirrors.

• I’ve posted more photos in these two years than I had in my entire life.

• I was able to smile genuinely in my pictures.

• I created a home where I feel safe and free to be myself.

• I went out at night to dance and listen to music, and people treated and cared for me as the woman I am.

• I lived the euphoria of hearing my pronouns respected for more than just a day.

• For the first time, I felt truly seen and started living a truth I never thought possible.

I just wanted to take a moment to share that I'm not here to sell, buy anything, or ask for favors.

I'm on a journey to express myself freely and connect with others who feel the same way.

While I completely respect those who make a living from buying and selling content, that’s not my goal. I want to create a warm and welcoming space for myself and anyone on a similar path.

Even when I receive negative comments, I focus on the positives. Here’s a random selfie because, why not? This is my own space. 💞

Thanks for being here and for your encouraging words and compliments! 🩷✨️

I went to a tango concert. I watched Argentinian dancers pour themselves into the music. I had pasta on a dinner date. Simple things. But they felt like mine.

Sunday afternoon ☕️

I had a cold matcha on a very sunny day.

The eternal dilemma: I don't know if I want to date her, become her, or possibly both.

Friends, wine, Argentinian cuisine, and a soundtrack featuring Taylor Swift and My Chemical Romance.

Please tell the 17-year-old me that everything will get better one day.