Happy #transdayofvisibility friends! 🏳️‍⚧️ Frankly, I’ve always had a complicated relationship with my identity, but I have never felt as content with myself as when I put a name to my feelings of dysphoria, and learned the word nonbinary, around the age of 25. Up until then I had been the only “boy” among my siblings, the obviously queer kid who didn’t get how others could tell so easily what I could hardly pinpoint. I wish I could tell that kid who’d sit on the pool deck imagining what they’d look like as a girl “baby..... YOU’RE TRANS.” I’d probably have rejected the idea as a kid, but I’d have kept asking myself the question and hopefully come to understand myself sooner. For all my apparent masculinity, and for all the times I was judged and nudged for my natural femininity, I always knew that could never fully be either, or one without the other. It feels so good to be Me, now. To be neither! I thank god every day for all the beautiful, imperfect, resolute trans people before and around me who live their truth so that we all can live our truth. 💙🤍💖