rebecoming (my/your)self

i love you trans kids trapped in queerphobic households.

i love you trans kids who live in queerphobic areas, who go to school with queerphobic students.

i love you trans kids who can't take even the smallest step towards presenting in a way that makes you happy.

i love you trans kids who have to hide gender-affirming accessories/clothes in your room and delete your browser history regularly for fear of being found out.

i love you trans kids who can't access trans resources.

i love you trans kids who have to endure constant misgendering and deadnaming while pretending it's normal and fine.

i love you trans kids who have to listen to your relatives spout bigoted things and pretend to agree with them.

i love you trans kids who tried to come out only to be shot down, beaten, yelled at, ignored, kicked out, sent to conversation therapy, or whatever other horrible ways you were abused for wanting to be yourself.

i love you trans kids who can't even fathom the thought of coming out because you're terrified of the consequences and can't risk your life being turned upside down.

i love you trans kids who only have a handful of supportive people in your life.

i love you trans kids who have no support at all.

i love you trans kids who have been threatened for being trans.

i love you trans kids who were the victims of those threats once carried out.

i love you trans kids of color.

i love you trans kids who are mentally ill.

i love you trans kids who are disabled, mentally and/or physically.

i love you trans kids who are suicidal.

i love you trans kids who are full of hope for the future and being able to escape and transition.

i love you trans kids who cry yourselves to sleep every night because you're just. so fucking afraid.