One day.

I’m going to wake up in the morning, walk to the bathroom, look in the mirror and see a person that I actually recognize. I will see the face and body of a man, all of which I will proudly claim to be my own. 

I will then go for a run outside just as the birds are starting to wake up, and I will do so without hesitation - I will be completely comfortable with myself, my shirt will be thrown to the ground, my chest will be free from any unnecessary jiggle or bondage, and I will run until my legs won’t be able to carry me any further (or at least until the sun begins to rise).

When I get home, I will take a shower and wash my body. I will wash my body without any sad thoughts coming to my head when I touch certain areas, because I realized a long time ago that I actually do belong and that I’m just like everyone else; a human being living life before the inevitable happens. Even if I have (or don’t have) the scars of a once pained life, I will know that I have made it this far. There’s no shame in that.

I will shave the quickly growing whiskers on my chin; a face covered in cream, a blade gliding across the surface of skin, and a smile stretched from ear to ear. Clean shave (or leave the facial hair, whatever,… your life is your story), a happy man.

I will then walk to my room with a towel wrapped around my waist, and I will get in bed with the woman that I stood at the alter and said “I do” to. She will smile and wrap herself around me once I’m in bed, and she’ll ask “good run?”.

And I will reply, “always”.