Life of a Trans Man Lesbian: Part 3
The final chapter in the untold story of my gender journey
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This post is a continuation of “Life of a Trans Man Lesbian: Part 2”. In case you missed the first part of the series, start here.
After the devastating news, I lay in my bed motionless. My life crumbled with a single rejection letter. I didn’t know what to do with myself other than sit with the shame that I wasn’t good enough.
My parents would always remind me that we moved to New York City from Bolivia in search of a better life. My older brother and I were expected to go the distance: do well in school, attend college, and have great careers.
Life, it seems, had other plans for me.