My relationship with gender as someone who grew up physically disabled is something of a puzzle. For years I was stuck in the feeling that my body isn't mine in more ways than one, that, as someone afab, I need to reclaim my femininity to feel truly complete. Even if for years that was the exact opposite of what I wanted to do. Even if, somehow, I lived in a constant internal conflict of wanting to do femininity "right" so that I would be accepted, so that I would be desirable, and being angry at it, and not wanting to do it at all, not wanting to fit in. And it wasn't until years later when I realised that what I really longed for all this time wasn't a clear place on the gender binary - it was the yearning for authenticity.
At the end of this road I realised that I'm happy to reject the gender binary as a whole. Suddenly, I felt comfortable and happy doing my make-up, for the first time in my life. Because when I do it now I'm not performing femininity - I'm just putting colours on my face, making myself look the way I want and it makes me happy.
Suddenly I realised that the rush I felt whenever I put on my boots, on a heel tiny enough so that it wouldn't fuck up my spine any further, but big enough for me to deem them high heels, that rush didn't have anything to do with femininity - wearing boots just makes me feel powerful in general, that's all.
I realised that I can use certain markings of femininity and mould them to my identity, and it won't make me a woman any more than I feel like one. Which, I don't. I simply don't. But now, whether you'd think it to be a paradox or not, now that I have fully embraced my nonbinary identity, I feel more comfortable than ever picking up pieces from either point of the gender spectrum, and mixing and matching as I see fit.
All that is to say, I had to move a mountain to get where I am right now with my identity. Not only did I have to combat my internalised ableism, but my internalised transphobia as well. Living in a society that doesn't see people like me, no matter which part of my identity we're talking about, I had to do an incredible amount of work to get where I am with the acceptance of my identity. And I didn't have anyone to inspire me. Nobody who looks like me and fully understands my struggles, at least. I had to do all of it on my own.
But I did it. And I'm so fucking proud of that.

















