Proving Them Wrong

Doctors told me I'd never be able to transform my body the way I wanted. They said the hormones

wouldn't work, that my bone structure was too masculine, that I should accept who I was born as.

But I kept that intense stare in the mirror every morning, promising myself

I'd prove them wrong. Two years of dedication, countless appointments, and fighting through every doubt.

The tattoos stayed the same, but everything else changed. Now when I look

in that same mirror by the bright doorway, I see her looking back with complete surprise.

The woman I always knew I was.