So, girl, why are you writing about my life? 🙃 Sometimes I wish I could go back and time and tell my 18-year-old self that she didn’t need to have an inferiority complex, and she deserved to be a woman, and that getting HRT wouldn’t have broken the bank for a broke college student on her parents’ insurance, and that there wouldn’t be gatekeeping at the university clinic. It would have fixed most of my depression four years earlier. But good things take time, and I’m also happy with where I am now.
“And here I thought it was too late for sundresses.”
“It’s never too late.”
I know what you mean, starting earlier would have saved me from so many horrible years, but I also wouldn’t be who I am now without going through what I did.
So, girl, why are you writing about my life? 🙃 Sometimes I wish I could go back and time and tell my 18-year-old self that she didn’t need to have an inferiority complex, and she deserved to be a woman, and that getting HRT wouldn’t have broken the bank for a broke college student on her parents’ insurance, and that there wouldn’t be gatekeeping at the university clinic. It would have fixed most of my depression four years earlier. But good things take time, and I’m also happy with where I am now.
“And here I thought it was too late for sundresses.” “It’s never too late.”
Great minds think alike? 😆
I know what you mean, starting earlier would have saved me from so many horrible years, but I also wouldn’t be who I am now without going through what I did.
It’s truly never too late!