I was born a man,
always pushed to be a man and what I am supposed to do. In my head, I thought
that was my role, that I didn’t have a choice. As I grew up, I always thought
differently and never fit in into other crowds. It all makes sense now. I
thought there was something wrong with me, but it turned out that I was just
built differently. It’s kind of crazy to think how it all finally makes sense
all these years later. It was a fun venture to put all the pieces together of
this crazy puzzle that was inside my head and come up with the answer. I will
not be accepted by many, I already lost so much from people around me, but you must
be who you truly are, there is no way around it. You need to live.
The whole point of
this mini expression of my true self is my proclaim of freedom. I feel like I
can finally start living the way I truly am meant to live. I am being my true
self and even if that means I’ll be alone, I rather have that than to be
miserable. Like really, what kind of life is that? There is no fulfillment and
that’s exactly what I talked to my therapist for years until it all finally
made sense. I wouldn’t change it for anything, yes, my journey is going to be
the hardest thing I have ever done in my life but it wouldn’t be life if you
weren’t suffering, wouldn’t it?
Just be who you are
and fuck everyone else! I am done with it! I am Ada!
