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Why Does the World Make It So Hard to Just Be Us?

My Transgender Rant

OK maybe I am just pouting….https://unsplash.com/@ryanmfranco

Why does the world make it so hard to just be transgender?

Why do they make the pain so personal and so intense? Are we so terrible? Do we hurt others just trying to be ourselves? What are we doing to others that they feel the right to hurt us so deeply? Where is our evil intent? Where is the pain that we are inflicting on them? Where is their justification?

I am so tired of the world they insist that I have to measure up to. Who has the right to set these standards that so constrains my soul? Who made them God? Who made their heaven so unattainable? Where is their right to destroy my joy? Who are they to stand in such a position to judge me? Who gave them the right? Who gave them the power?

Maybe me.

I have allowed them inside my nighttime thoughts, to hurt my heart and to attack my soul.

I gave them the power and I am taking that power away.

I refuse to allow their hate to hurt me any longer.

I now feel the unrestricted joy of being who I am, no shame, no guilt and no fear.

I hope you find your joy. You absolutely deserve it. Let the soul-suckers live in their dark world of mean words and shallow hearts. We don’t have to be a part of that. Fight back but steel you heart from the meanness of their attacks. Always fight their militant ignorance with the hot spot-light of truth and facts.

Don’t hate them, pity them.

An open heart is so much warmer.

Emma Holiday

Thank you for reading my work.

Please also read:

Trans People Are One Of The Rarest “Diamonds”

The pressure and pain we endure in order to create a new beauty

medium.com

What I Knew At Five

“Boys don’t play with Mommy’s lipstick. Boys don’t wear Mommy’s shoes. Boys don’t wear Mommy’s nylons. Why don’t you…

medium.com

My Three Transgender Cs: Courage, Confidence & Conviction

On school yard bullies

medium.com

Writers note: If you have read any of my writings on Medium you will have noticed a definite theme: the incredible pain of gender dysphoria and all the difficult aspects of just being transgender.

My writing has three specific goals:

1. Writing is my therapy. I have a very limited outlet for my thoughts so I write to find a way to process the most profound experience in my life. I need to understand and I need to accept myself to move forward.

2. Being transgender, for me, is a very lonely existence and if I can share some of the things that I feel and think as I go through the process of transitioning with others who are transgender and, in some way, lessen their pain and sense of loneliness, then all of this public exposure of my personal thoughts is not a waste.

3. I write to help cisgender people understand that all trans people want is to be simply understood, accepted and treated as a normal person. We are.