Crysti Hart during the past few years has come out to live almost full-time as a woman. This column depicts how she did it, what she has learned, while providing tips to help you on your journey.
I adore Modelling. I also love being in a Relationship. And I think most Transwomen would love both too. So why is it that both seem so far out of reach for so many of us? Let me share a little about me (hey! I’m a Model! Isn’t it always about Me?....!).
I can remember the day so clearly when I stopped caring "what other people thought." It was liberating. The days before that moment were draining -- emotionally, mentally, and physically. To wake up each day and put on that emotional suit of armor to protect me from the masses was exhausting.
So one day I just decided to step out and let the world take me as they will. I no longer had the need or interest in them seeing me as I saw myself. Their words and opinions would no longer defined me; I would define me and they were free to accept that or not. The words of others no longer impacted my thought or actions.
Recently the world lost Leelah Alcorn, a trans girl who felt too unsupported, too misunderstood, too tormented to go forward. Leelah died of homophobia, specifically transphobia, and bluntly: that’s wrong on more levels than I can count. Sure, I feel judgmental toward her parents for their lack of support for their daughter. But it’s relatively easy to feel judgmental, and much harder to figure out how to help. I want to try to help, so I’m imagining one possible scenario, step by step. To avoid a confusing array of pronouns, I’ve chosen to write about a young person with the body of a boy, whose gender identity is female. However, I think the issues will hold true for a transgender boy or girl, female or male, and for his or her family.