Surviving Yourself Means Surviving the World
Every trans-person’s story is different, but there’s always one thing we seem to have in common, dysphoria. Dysphoria is the worst type of villain. It comes out of the shadows, whenever it damn well pleases, to pull you out of your amazing mood and down into the dark corner it came out of. It knows your worst fears, insecurities, doubts, and fears. It breaks you down in mere seconds and reduces you to nothing. But, the worst part of it is, it turns you against yourself. It’s in these moments that you freeze. You don’t see the point in moving forward because it seems that, no matter what you do, you’ll never feel whole, or real. Dysphoria’s an asshole. It’s the worst bully on the playground, but it can be beat.
My body has always felt like a stranger to me, as if it was never really mine. Once I started transitioning, I started to feel at home in my own skin. I wan’t to finally own my body, and mold it into the one I’ve always wanted. I started eating healthier and working out. I still have a long way to go, but starting is the biggest part of the battle. On this page, I share with you the workout routine, that I’ve grown to love, and what I’ve learned about fitness in the process.
This is a hard on for me because it is a sensitive subject. Being part of the LGBTQ community means you are pretty much unwelcome in any form of religion. For those of us who have grown up in a religious environment, this can be rough. You’re caught between what they tell you that you are, and who you know you are. On this page, I share my views because I have struggled in this department for most of my life. This is not a means for bashing any religions, its solely to help those who are having a hard time when it comes to their beliefs.