I am not my penis, but it is a part of who I am. I am not my testicles, but they have influenced who I have become. I am not the shape of my skull, I am not the hair on my skin. I am not the gravel in my throat.

My womanhood is not erasing or stealing yours. I am not transitioning gender so I can pretend I was always a woman, or that I am ‘just a woman’. There is nothing ‘just’ about my womanhood. I am transitioning so that I can stop pretending to be someone else. I want clothes to fit me, not my body shape as I was given. My body parts do not define my identity but they do define how I am seen, how I am treated.

I am a woman, I am my woman, she does not want to hurt anyone, she does not speak for anyone else. She does not define their womanhood. She wants to breath, she wants to live her life. She grew up as a boy and into a man. She will never forget that, it will not be lost, it will always be part of her.

I don’t know why I am who I am but do you know why you are who you are? I cannot explain the reason for anyone’s identity, can you? Why do I need to explain my cause to you? What will change for us? What do we expect to find, what do we expect to change?