I am coming to the one-year anniversary of the start of my transition journey, and as the occasion approaches, I continue to reflect on the mental and emotional components of it, especially with regard to the ongoing theme of perception. By perception, I mean how I choose to think about and process, well… everything. I was hardwired at an early age to be self-loathing and full of shame for who I am, and spent a huge amount of effort and energy on either repressing or diverting my authentic self for the sake of others. And, I am now finding, it’s going to take an equal effort and just as much energy to undo all of that and get to a place of self-love and pride. I keep coming back to the theme of perception. If my perception is my reality, and I do believe that it is, then if I change my perception, I can change my reality. Changing one’s perceptions, though, is a tall order, and it takes time, effort, and intentionality. Lots of it.
Earlier this week, for example, I received in my email inbox a set of headshot photos that were taken last week by a “professional” photographer for the website at work. My immediate, knee-jerk, instinctual reaction to these photos was negative. I saw everything that was “wrong” with them and internalized it all: I’m too fat; I still look too masculine; what’s up with my hair? But I do not want to persist as the person who hates herself and how she looks or appears to look in a photo. I want to be able to look a photo of myself, even one that’s really horrible, and see it as “just a photo,” and maybe even see something positive and beautiful in it. I want to be able to look at such a photo and have my immediate reaction be, “wow! you’ve come so far from the last time you had a professional headshot, not even two years ago (see below). You’re not even the same person, inside or out. Way to go Maddie!!”
Superb writing and so proud of you!
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