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Hopscotch…A Jump in Life 18

Hopscotch…A Jump in Life 18

*Before…

And now…now I have what happens after a girl is done crying.

I’m hurt.

I’m hurt and I’m angry.

I get out of the shower and I dry off and glare at myself a few moments in the mirror before going and getting my things, dry underwear and change and dry there…eyes hard…jaw clenched through that.

Then I get my tablet and start playing tunes…Pink…angry stuff girl power kind of stuff and I start looking at myself in the mirror and take out my make-up and with a breath and leaning on the sink gripping it in a sort of eff-you to all of them I start doing my face.

“Fuck you…fuck you all (Angry sniffle.) I’m going to be who I am…and you’ll have to just deal with it.”

I’m going to do this, and keep doing this until I’m good at it, better than good at it.

*And Now…



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Going back?

The usual warnings first — yes while being in England I could improve my English a little bit, but it’s still not what I would like it to be.

Anyway, the last seven days being with my kind hosts end even better friends Karen and Samantha were really a very nice experience for me. From Tuesday evening on was the girl I think I was supposed to be all my life. I was shown how to do my makeup, I was told about all the issues with being transgendered and yet I had the best time of my life.

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