So I kept, on Instagram, a diaristic time capsule instead—one that shows a body living in a more fluid space.
I’ve been living in this other version of coming out where I don’t feel safe enough to talk about it, so I just do it.
There’s the version I couldn’t really afford to do, which is to disappear for two years and come back with a new name, new face and new body. But that’s not what I wanted.
With this medical transition, there has been discourse about my body, and it began to feel overwhelming.