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I still cannot believe it, but I'm here shining and loving myself at last.
I am a living paradox. I chose to engrave this truth on my skin to never forget the path I’ve traveled.
I was born on December 20th, at the gates of the winter solstice. This date is not just an origin; it is my essence. It is the moment when the night is longest, yet the light begins its reclamation. This cycle is what I chose as my credo and my signature.
For 32 years, I lived as a soul frozen in ice, wearing a winter coat that never belonged to me. But my transition was my own solstice. It broke the ice and freed what was burning in silence: a solar, warm, incandescent woman.
These two tattoos are the cartography of this epiphany:
Frostfire Shot (left arm): The engine of my action and a direct reminder of my sign. The bow ready to launch its inner flare to make me feel fully alive. It is my drive, this perpetual movement toward self-affirmation.
Midwinter Sun (right arm): My regained balance. Living proof that no matter the length of the winter, the fire that burns within me is infinitely more powerful than the frost that once held me captive.
I am a librarian by day, a social butterfly by night, and always, resolutely, this flame that will never ask for permission to shine again. Radiantly free, finally myself.
Done in Paris, Le gamin à dix doigts (Amandine)
Never been so confident in my life, at 33. Transitioning makes trans people happier, that's it.