That’s what a few years ago, I would have thought was the most exciting and exciting thing that had ever happened to me.
When I was 22, I met a beautiful woman named Natalie.
We began dating, and in the year and a half that followed, I went on a whirlwind of romantic adventures.
I fell in love with her.
My life changed.
As I grew older, Natalie and I continued to hang out, get married, have kids, and eventually started dating again.
But this time, I was getting married and I was having a baby, and it just didn’t seem like it was going to happen any time soon.
So, Natalie was having second thoughts about her future, and she was having another pregnancy.
Natalie was pregnant again.
She was having trouble conceiving and, for the first time in my life, I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
Eventually, Natalie had to have her baby.
She had another baby.
The baby was a girl.
That was the beginning of my marriage to Natalie.
I knew this was something I could never get over, and so I kept it bottled up.
However, when I was 26, my wife, the woman I had been married to for five years, gave birth to a girl, and I realized that, despite the challenges I had had in the past, there was a way to overcome them.
In the months that followed that momentous birth, I felt renewed.
I realized how much I had grown.
It was not easy.
This was my moment, and as I stood in front of the television in our living room, I knew that, as a woman, I could do this.
For months afterward, I kept my eyes closed, but I was doing something that would change my life.
And so, for those of you who are wondering what it’s like to be a woman who wants to be happy, I thought it was time for me to share that story with you.
Today, I am sharing my journey from the beginning to the present, from finding out what it means to be female to getting married, and how I made it happen.
The journey began a few months after my wedding to Natalie, but it took me nearly a decade to figure out what exactly I wanted out of life.
One night, I woke up in my bathtub, feeling like I had a new sense of purpose.
A few days later, I decided to ask my friend for advice.
“What should I be wearing to bed?”
I asked, trying to remember what I needed.
He suggested, “Wear something that reminds you that you are beautiful.”
“So you’re wearing that,” I replied.
Then, I started dressing like a woman.
Not for the sake of feeling like a man, or looking like one, or being more beautiful.
Instead, I wanted to be my authentic self.
The first step was to start wearing clothes that were more like me.
This meant wearing skirts, dresses, shorts, and tights.
I would go shopping and find dresses that fit me and I would buy them.
Then, to make it more comfortable, I wore more pants and skirts.
I wore dresses that were longer and shorter and tight.
Next, I tried on more dresses and skirts that I could fit in my pants.
Finally, I began wearing dresses that weren’t so long that I had to wear a belt.
My new life was complete.
When I told my wife about this, she immediately began to dress like a new woman.
“You know what?” she said.
Of course I knew.
I knew it.
I was living the life I was meant to live.
At this point, I had decided that I would continue to wear clothes that made me feel like a true woman.
I wanted my daughter to be proud of me for wearing these clothes, and that meant that I wanted her to know that I am proud of my daughter for wearing them.
So, a few weeks after I got my first haircut, I asked my friend if I could have a new haircut.
Our conversation was short and sweet, and then we started chatting about my hair.
Well, not really.
After she got her haircut, she told me that I was “the cutest girl in the world.”
(For some reason, I think that her comment is the one that made the most sense to me.)
But it was the way she said it that was so important to me that day.
Before, I didn’t know what to do with my hair, but after her haircut she gave me the tools to be who I want to be.
Now, I know what it feels like to not have that control,