Day 140 – I’ve been thinking about what it means to be chosen. And also what it means to choose. Both are more complicated than people make them sound. Because “chosen” is one of those words that can feel beautiful or terrifying depending on the memory standing closest to it. There is one kind, the…

Day 139 – There are some women who don’t just enter your life. They change its temperature.

Day 138 – Everyone has a different version of me in their head. That’s the thing I’ve been turning over today.

Day 137 – Does anyone hear me? Not politely. Not in the abstract. Not in the “we hear you” public-relations way people use when they want credit for sensitivity without actually changing a damn thing.

Day 136 – Perception is amazing. And a bitch.

Day 135 – I’ve been thinking about what it means to be rooted. Not stuck. Not trapped. Not stationary in that dead, joyless way people sometimes confuse with stability.

Day 134 – I’ve been thinking a lot about acceptance lately. Which is irritating, because acceptance is one of those words people throw around like it’s automatically noble. As if the second you say it, everybody is supposed to imagine peace, serenity, spiritual maturity, maybe a linen…

Day 133 – Apparently it’s Easter. Which is funny, because Easter has always had a slightly unhinged emotional brand identity if you really think about it. Pastels. Eggs. Resurrection. Brunch. Bunnies. New dresses. The whole thing feels like somebody locked symbolism, spring, religion,…

Day 132 – There’s a difference between being seen and being looked at. A massive one, actually.

Day 131 – Two years. That’s what hit me today. Two years of transition. Two years of becoming. Two years of fighting for the woman I already knew I was and then having to learn, in real time, what it means to live as her in a world that is equal parts beauty pageant, crime…