I guess I’m gonna share my story, and it’ll be long.
In the second grade I wanted my hair cut, I wanted a “boy” cut because I wanted to fit in. I wanted to be myself. Short hair, flair jeans, and cute form fitting tank tops. When I got it, the next day I was beaten by the kids in my class, to the point I have scars on my lips. They said I wasn’t allowed to have “boy hair”. Since that day I’ve let my hair grow long and I’ve never cut it short. I’ve hated every minute of it. I have a wide collection of hats that helped me mask my hair over the years.
But Sunday, I got my hair cut short, passed my jaw, for the first time since then. For the first time in ten years I finally feel like the person I’ve wanted to be. I can see myself in the mirror and feel good again. That bear in the picture marks a new chapter in my life; the day I got my haircut and the day I felt loved.
And I am trans enough. I am Nonbinary, I am feminine presenting, I prefer they/them, but gendered pronouns are fine if I’m having a more binary day, I am valid.
You are valid today, you are valid every day, and don’t think for one second that you’re not. Because you are. And you are loved.