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[18] vs [23] Actually
Being trans taught me something hard: I can't control how people see me. There are people who will never understand me, others who will not even try. And although that hurts, I also understood that living trying to fit into the comfort of others ends up destroying you inside.
I left places where I couldn't be me. I lost support, friendships, stability and many times I felt afraid of the future. But I never lost my dreams. And honestly, that's what saved me.
Change is scary. Changing hurts. Starting from scratch hurts. But staying in a life where you feel dead inside hurts even more.
Today I don't have everything solved, but I live calmer, freer and closer to the person I always wanted to be. And if someone who reads this is going through a moment where he feels that pursuing his dreams is going to cost him too much, I want to tell you something:
Sometimes growing up means disappointing other people's expectations so as not to continue abandoning yourself.