I am myself. In this body. It has been smaller. It has been bigger. It has been praised. It has been beaten. It has been internally deteriorating from chronic illness. But it is MINE.
This is the vessel I was brought into this earth with. A simple shell for my soul to be housed. This time around, I was gifted with a fat, brown, hairy body. And it has taken me years to come to the realization that, regardless what others wish this body was, myself included, she is where she needs to be at this moment. I am proud of her for continuing to dance, while her bones are arthritic. I am proud of her, because her heart still beats & loves, even though she has suffered through traumatic emotional & physical abuse. I am glad blood still flows through her veins, even though her own blood cells can make her sick at times.
I spend a good amount of time glittered , full of makeup, and clean shaven. A thing I do to project my femininity to an audience. But there are days I don't want to be that person. So I choose not to. I put on an act of full machismo. Facial hair included. This high femme is as much a part of me, as the macho man with a sensitive side. The person you see depicted here is a happy medium between the two. This is me. No pasties, no frills, no extras, a week from shaving, depressed but working through my issues, hair all over my head. This is me. It took a long time to be ok with me. And even though I still have a hell of a lot to work on, She's all I got!