If you think having the body of a man makes you a man, then you have absolutely no clue what it feels like to wake up every day in a body that does not match who you are.
I was raised as a man I was asked to conform and tried to conform. The only thing it has achieved is depression and that feeling of having to perform a daily lie to satisfy others.
I am way too old to worry about what others may think of me, and way too old to apologize to anyone for being myself. It took me more than 30 long years to unpack all of this, so if all you have to say is you have the body of a man that is who you are...
Please do me a favor and keep your mouth shut because you have no idea what you are talking about. And does any of this make me less relevant to talk about the subject of this account?
This is who I am and part of my journey to master the art of composting. If I had to make an analogy it would be a little bit like saying hey the pile stinks bad, well never mind put it on the soil anyway.
It is never good to assume things on a topic you have not experienced before.
