Imagine being trapped in the wrong body. The discomfort of not being able to be yourself. I don’t just imagine.
He is real.
To look into the mirror and see a person that you aren’t, staring right back at you. Every, single, day. To need to lie about who you are because you don’t know who will accept you for who you truly are.
She is real.
To have even your own name be put into question because “you don’t look it”? To be told that it’s all just a ploy for attention.
They are real.
How does it feel to be comfortable? To be able to wake up feeling comfortable with who you are?
We are real.
It’s ok not to understand why I am who I am, all I ask is for acceptance and safety. All I ask for is an end to the judgement and the microaggressions.
The hurtful unaware microaggressions.
The ones that slice through my soul like a red hot knife through butter. The ones that sting and send a painful discomfort ringing through my head.
“You look like a girl.”
“They won’t understand don’t try.”
“Everyone wants to be different nowadays.”
I am sick of feeling hurt and being silenced.
I know that it’s work to research something that doesn’t affect you, but, please, I urge you to educate yourself about us. About us transgender and non binary people.
We matter.
Please, Don’t let yourself be ignorant because you can’t be bothered to research. Your ignorance is only perpetuating intolerance.
We are being murdered. We are still real. We will always be real.