I think something trans girls have in common with our cisters is we both sometimes have feelings of not being enough. We worry our body isn't enough. Our intellect, our personality, our social skills, what we say, how we act, what we do...

Everything! Everything we do or don't do isn't enough.

That little voice, whether it's founded in dysphoria, dysmorphia, trauma, internalized patriarchy... that voice is a mean girl. She whispers bullshit behind your back trying to tear you down. She tries to tell you you're not enough. She snickers in hushed volumes that your body is weird, your clothes are ugly, your face is wonky, you're too tall, too short, too this, too that, too much... not enough.

Screw.

That.

Bitch.

You're awesome, girl.

Just by virtue of being a woman you are awesome, amazing, sacred, holy. You are a gorgeous child of The Universe, made of star stuff.

This may be more for me than anyone else. Carry on and #HappyPride

Trans girl in the bathroom!!!

Trans girl in the bathroom!!!

#FuckYouTexas

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I just had another round of laser hair removal on my face done and decided at the end to ask if they helped trans women prep hair removal for bottom surgery.

My tech (who was new to me) was the consummate professional. She explained that hair removal in that region for both women and men is something they routinely do.

Not only did she explain in a completely unsurprised way but she also thanked me profusely for trusting her to disclose that I’m trans. She was so moved that she had to hold back tears.

And this was all done while I was in boy mode. No wig, no makeup, none of my girl armor at all. The sisterhood of women is amazing.