I hatch from the egg

Time to hatch from the egg.  I'm a girl.

Turns out I was trans after all.  I thought about it many times in the past, but I often set it aside because I wasn't sure if this was me.  I'm not going to lie, this is probably the toughest Pastebin I have written in a long time.  I thought about my mannerisms, the way I saw myself and my identity as a whole, and just my characteristics.  When I thought about my identity this time, I could no longer ignore it.  So I talked about it with other people.  Huge shoutouts to Vergil and Proto for giving me my sense of direction.

July 4th was when I knew for sure I was an egg.  It was my day of independence, my day of liberation.  There was no turning back.

Things had been taking a toll on me.  For those who don't know, I am no longer with Des.  Without going into too much personal detail, we were not working out with each other in the relationship.  The breakup happened on good terms, but I wanted to make my own path.  The path to walk down was not easy, but it was the right thing to do.  Staying in a hotel for a few days while apartment hunting was a huge risk.  But it paid off with me finding a nice two bedroom apartment for affordable rent.  And here I am.

I feel way more comfortable writing about the present then writing about the past leading up to July 4th.  I left work early after one of my supervisors suggested I do so, noticing that I was physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted.  He already knows about me being trans.  So I went to Target to get some tops and a skirt, and dear lord they felt nice to wear.  For me to go into work tomorrow with an outfit I picked out is a huge deal.

I knew I was meant to be a girl.