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I wasn't sure if I wanted to post this or not...but I then thought to myself, "Self, these people have been your strongest supporters since the beginning. share your thoughts and journey with them"
A letter to my future self
Dear Morgan,
So, here you are, all female in every way…walking around every day without people staring at you because you look different, or wanting to work from home because you didn’t want to go outside ever, or not going to a store to shop because if you went to try anything on the people around you would give you weird looks. Good for you. It’s about damn time you were happy. I’m writing this to you because I haven’t gotten to where you are just yet. I’m working on it though. Slowly but surely, I’m working on it.
Hey, do you remember that time back in Chicago when you worked at Ontourage Nightclub. You’d wear tight jeans and eyeliner because that’s how you wanted to dress and felt comfortable, but you hid that with a blue Mohawk and red glasses because you didn’t want people to stare…but they did anyway, just not for the same reasons. You made yourself look even more different so that at least if people were going to stare, you were going to give something more to stare at. You don’t do that anymore…because you don’t have to.
Do you remember how scared you were to go to work for the first time wearing makeup? It was at the porn store in Naples. You were careful to wear sunglasses all the way there so nobody would see you on the way. After you got there and took them off, nobody even said anything. It was like, “uh, HELLO…I’m a boy wearing makeup!!! LOOK AT ME!!!” even though you wanted exactly what you ended up getting: for everyone to treat you normally.
Do you remember the first time you wore a bra outside of the house? HA! It took you a good 2 months to actually do it! Then, after you got to work, yet again, most people didn’t even say anything. The ones who did, said nothing derogatory...
A letter to my future self
Dear Morgan,
So, here you are, all female in every way…walking around every day without people staring at you because you look different, or wanting to work from home because you didn’t want to go outside ever, or not going to a store to shop because if you went to try anything on the people around you would give you weird looks. Good for you. It’s about damn time you were happy. I’m writing this to you because I haven’t gotten to where you are just yet. I’m working on it though. Slowly but surely, I’m working on it.
Hey, do you remember that time back in Chicago when you worked at Ontourage Nightclub. You’d wear tight jeans and eyeliner because that’s how you wanted to dress and felt comfortable, but you hid that with a blue Mohawk and red glasses because you didn’t want people to stare…but they did anyway, just not for the same reasons. You made yourself look even more different so that at least if people were going to stare, you were going to give something more to stare at. You don’t do that anymore…because you don’t have to.
Do you remember how scared you were to go to work for the first time wearing makeup? It was at the porn store in Naples. You were careful to wear sunglasses all the way there so nobody would see you on the way. After you got there and took them off, nobody even said anything. It was like, “uh, HELLO…I’m a boy wearing makeup!!! LOOK AT ME!!!” even though you wanted exactly what you ended up getting: for everyone to treat you normally.
Do you remember the first time you wore a bra outside of the house? HA! It took you a good 2 months to actually do it! Then, after you got to work, yet again, most people didn’t even say anything. The ones who did, said nothing derogatory...
Hehehe…I don’t mean to be sarcastic or anything, but you have to admit, it’s kinda funny that you put all this stock into what people think your whole life, and it turns out that nobody gives a crap about any of the things you thought they did!
allow yourself to feel the emotions fully, observe them, and then let them go 
CrazeeCatLady