“you’d make a pretty girl”

Those really are the magic words that shattered the denial dam for me.

Because that was the major hang-up: “I wish I could be a girl, but I’d make such an ugly girl.” Saying that to myself and not realizing that’s literally gender dysphoria.

My wife and cousin telling me I make a very pretty girl in a genderbent instagram filter is all it took for a lifetime of denial to shatter.

Because for the first time in my life, I realized I could in fact be a pretty girl, and realizing that was possible made me want to cry.

edit: holy shit that was two years ago and now I’m finishing my first month of HRT. I’ve never been happier, not even close.