This kind of sucks

A long time ago I belonged to a wrestling club called World Class Wrestling (not what you saw on tv). I was one of the better wrestlers to come out of the club and was voted Mr. Florida my senior year of high school before going on to winning two national championships and the Coca-Cola international tournament in Honduras while in college.

Well, today they are going to have a reunion. One that I will not be going to. I hate to say this, but I would be embarrassed to go there as Katie and it would feel like a lie if I went there as Tiny. I guess I will just sulk. There are a lot of stories out there that have the concept of Identity Death, and I feel like that today. I feel as if the two worlds can't exist and now I will have to suffer for it. I would have loved to see some past teammates and the coach (name omitted). At one time wrestling was my life. Now I feel like I don't have a life at all.

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