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coming to an understanding

I have always been female inside.

It doesn't matter what I swore to myself or how much I denied it. Its always been there like a pall hanging over me begging me to look at and acknowledge it. I can see it now because the fog of decades of denial has lifted slowly over time. It now feels like standing on top of a hill and finally being able to see your surroundings with perfect clarity for the first time.

Today, even in drab I know I am female on the inside, and that acknowledgement brings me comfort even when I cannot present as myself. There is no more fear, trepidation or shame about being who I am. All that remains inside of me is peace and joy.

My feminine instincts were quashed early on and then indoctrination took over. It was a long battle to come back but I made it and I have the rest of whatever life God gives me to be the person I was meant to. Even my lovely and intelligent son supports me no matter what I decide to do. Now that's really something.

Things can always be better in our lives but for me this is huge and, no matter what my body looks like, I have the comfort of having managed to become myself.

There is absolutely no better prize than that.

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  1. Unconditional support from someone you love is wonderful, isn't it?
    In answer to the rhetorical question at the end (yes, I know one isn't supposed to answer rhetorical questions) - Priceless.

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    1. Oh yes my friend Halle. Priceless indeed...

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