About me. About Lizbeth.

Cis, Nonbinary, Trans... what does it mean to realize that something doesn’t fit?*

 

It took me a very long time to become aware that, on the outside, I was not the person who lives within me. I grew up and was raised as a boy, and for a long time I identified as a "boy" and later as a “man.” Even so, I was rarely happy with myself as a person, and I never really liked my body.

Since I was already different from other boys as a child, I often stood out, was excluded, or was told that I was probably gay. I could not make much sense of that, and I could not really place myself within the “normal” mold.

 

Every now and then, when I was alone, I wore women’s clothing. I felt comfortable in it, but I did not dare go outside like that. That was discouraging.

 

Today I live openly as a woman. I am transgender, a trans woman; I am myself. Usually, I meet open-minded people, and many support me in my decision. But of course, I also experience other situations.

 

Step by step, I want to share that story on these pages. Not in any particular order, but simply as it comes to mind. Sometimes things from the past, sometimes current experiences, and now and then certainly thoughts about the future.

 

I hope you find it intriguing. If you have questions, write to me.