Over the years Iāve become very good at one thing in particular, waiting. Waiting to feel comfortable in my own skin. Waiting to feel pretty or beautiful. Waiting to look in the mirror and like or understand what I see. Waiting to feel like my body is truly my own.
And finally, Iāve become closer to that upon realizing I am transgender. I am a boy and my life became infinitely better-and worse-with this information. Better because finally, fucking finally I understood myself. I understood who I was and what I was. I was. boy.
Well then came the next process of waiting. Waiting to gain the courage to come out. That took a lot longer than I had hoped, but I did it. And of course being the sappy loser I am I did it in the mall parking lot of Love, Simon.
Then, came waiting for my family to understand and take action. This didnāt take long as they immediately scheduled me a gender therapist. And I finally met someone who truly understood. Who listended to every word I said and got me and what I was going through. He saw every part of me and not once did he ask, āWell are you sure?ā Or, āJust wait a little longer.ā
But the worst waiting of all has been waiting for the permission to finally transition. Words surround me though, practically drowning me.
āThis is hard on all of usā
āItās not all about you all the timeā
āStop being so selfishā
But then I heard words that pulled me to the surface.
And so I know. I understand how hard it is to wait. How it makes you want to scream and yell that all your LIFE youāve been waiting. Everyday. Every second. But I promise you-it will not be forever. It seems like an eternity. Finally understanding whatās wrong and knowing-seeing-the solution, and not being able to reach it. But you will. Just hold on a little longer and notice the good little moments. Because you may find waiting just a little more bearable.