This is so beautiful. The profound understanding of yourself that formulated in the memory of childhood games has such a pure and genuine energy. Honoring those moments in our youth that made us the strange kids can guide us to insights about the essence of what makes us beautiful if we allow it.
This reminds me of many of my formative childhood games... Characters were created out of stones (characters were based on color, rough vs. smooth, etc...) or another favorite was chess pieces. I didn't actually play chess, but I liked that the pieces had character architypes assigned to them with limitations on their abilities and rules they were expected to follow... I likes finding ways that they could rebel against the established roles they were meant to succumb to.
Makes me think introspectively about the lessons that my child mind was trying to teach me about myself and who I wanted to be.
As I get closer to physically transitioning (my top surgery date) I've realized that I really do have femininity in me, and that I treasure it. It's just not all of me. Or even most of me? Now that I know who I am, and I don't have to violently deny that to feel 'valid' in it, I can accept that more. The little rosette.. I love that sentiment.
Rocks
This is so beautiful. The profound understanding of yourself that formulated in the memory of childhood games has such a pure and genuine energy. Honoring those moments in our youth that made us the strange kids can guide us to insights about the essence of what makes us beautiful if we allow it.
This reminds me of many of my formative childhood games... Characters were created out of stones (characters were based on color, rough vs. smooth, etc...) or another favorite was chess pieces. I didn't actually play chess, but I liked that the pieces had character architypes assigned to them with limitations on their abilities and rules they were expected to follow... I likes finding ways that they could rebel against the established roles they were meant to succumb to.
Makes me think introspectively about the lessons that my child mind was trying to teach me about myself and who I wanted to be.
As I get closer to physically transitioning (my top surgery date) I've realized that I really do have femininity in me, and that I treasure it. It's just not all of me. Or even most of me? Now that I know who I am, and I don't have to violently deny that to feel 'valid' in it, I can accept that more. The little rosette.. I love that sentiment.