Right now i’m a teenage girl in an assigned male at birth 30 something body. I’ve got a beard and chest hair, but i’m growing breasts.

I don’t fit into society’s binaries and I go through a sh*t ton of trauma everyday just to BE.

Choosing myself meant losing people who told me they loved me, but their actions said otherwise. Everyday the media and the internet tell me that I shouldn’t exist. People shout in the street. Trolls troll on social media. But away from all of this something magical is happening. I’m choosing me. Just by existing i’m a walking billboard of life outside of society’s binaries.

I’m a beautiful creation of joy, pride and self expression.

I’m flawed and vulnerable, yet strong and powerful.

I’m redefining professional and standing tall when i’m told to be quiet.

I’m taking up space when i’m told i’m too much.

I’m worthy.

I’m here.

I’m growing.

I’m neurodiverse.

I’m a trans non binary icon and my journey has only just begun.

I am beautiful. Trans is beautiful.

I don’t want you to accept me, I want you to respect me.