What makes a woman, a woman? What makes a female, a female? Why are transgender people constantly having to justify their existence? Why should anyone have to justify their existence?
Questions. So many questions. My validity as a person is constantly being questioned. Not by my friends I hasten to add, but by certain sections of the public at large. My rights as a person are constantly being questioned by a small minority of bigoted people at the moment. The fact that I wasn't born with the right 'equipment' at birth, precludes me from ever being the true me. The real me. 

Well, they're right. I wasn't born with the right equipment. I was given the wrong equipment. Nature sometimes gets it wrong. The 'equipment' I have has always felt alien to me. Through the marvels of modern medicine, I can go some way to having the right 'equipment'. Hormones and surgery to be precise. However, it's not just having the right 'equipment', is it. Yes, I will have the physical appearance of a adult female, but it's also the feelings, thoughts and emotions that complete me as a woman. 

Growing up, I was always a little more emotional than others with the same 'equipment'. I wasn't into war games, football or the rough and tumble as was advocated by genetics and the public perception of how I should act. It never sat with me 100%. So, I just got on with it. Carried on growing up as I was. Never being truly happy with myself, but believing that that was it. This slightly weird and awkwardly shy person. When puberty hit and my body started to develop due to the hormones it was given, I would look at the opposite gender and wonder why my body wasn't developing like that. 

Then life events happened. Early 1990's. Family issues. That's when I found crossdressing. That's when these feelings that I had suddenly started to make sense. That difference in my brain and my heart as opposed to my physical appearance. Becoming the opposite to my actual life. I felt, well, happy. I felt right for those few short hours. Fast forward 20 years. Another life event. The suggestion, after a few hours of conversation that perhaps I should try crossdressing again. So I did. All those suppressed feelings and emotions came bubbling back to the surface and things started to make sense again. The differences, the wanting of my body to suddenly morph into the right one with the right 'equipment'.

The me that grew up was quiet and awkward because I wasn't my true self. My body presented itself to the world as the wrong person as the inside was having to portray itself as that person. The emotions, feelings and thoughts that I have now are very far removed from that person. I can show my emotions freely, I can think as I want to think and I can feel what I want to feel. No hiding, no acting. To me, this is a major part of me being me. It's not just about what 'equipment' I have, but what makes me tick. What I feel. How I act. What I want. 

It's the little things like dying my hair, crying at sad films, getting excited for weddings, wearing the clothes I've always wanted to, listening to the music I want to, using the right toilets and actually being me. Being transgender isn't a choice for me. It is me. It always has been me. Being born in the wrong body and now going through my transition makes me transgender, but it doesn't mean that I haven't always been a woman or female. I will always be a transgender woman or transgender female. No one is going to deny me my existence or question my validity. I am a human being, therefore I am valid. I exist. I am here. 

I want to thank everyone who has been on my transition journey with me and continues to support me. I have now been living full time for 2 years now and although there have been some very hard times lately, things are looking better. The end is in sight, but I still have a long way to go. Life isn't always easy and I have to constantly be on my guard when out, but I would never go back to my old life. The good far outweighs the bad. xxxx

Now, usually, my clothing consists of either my uniform, or jean shorts and a t shirt. However, in the last two weeks, I've had a funeral and a course where business dress was the dress code. An actual requirement to dress and look vaguely smart. Neat hair, make up and accessories. Not just getting dressed in my usual robotic way and slapping on some lippy and mascara. 

It's been a while since I've had to get dressed up and make more of an effort than usual. Not just for a night out either. Probably a wedding last year to be exact. To be honest, I'm a little out of practice on the make up front. I haven't worn a full face since June last year. Luckily, it is like riding a bike, without stabilisers, on an icy road, with a headwind...……..

I would have given a scarecrow a run for their money. Well, that's my opinion. It wasn't awful, but, not my best. I think this means that I need to go out more. More nights out. Probably. No, make that definitely. ( It won't happen as I am prone to procrastination and I am a home girl at heart). So, make up sorted. Now, the outfit. I do have a smart black skirt. M&S don't you know and a couple of smart blouses. My favourite top ever is my white flowery blouse from Wallis. Perfect. Put them together with my pair of low heeled shoes and the outfit is almost ready.

Finally, we have the accessories and the hair. Now, my hair is quite long now. Over three years of growth. After years of having really, really short hair, I love it. Although, I'm not very confident when it comes to styling it. It's either in a ponytail, clipped up or on the rare occasion, plaited. For the funeral, I thought I'd try something different. Nothing drastic or difficult, just different. I'd washed it the night before and plaited it, so, when I got up and took the plaits out, it had dried wavy. I decided to wear it down for the day. 

I changed the parting a little, took a bit from one side, tucked it behind my ear, used a flower clip to hold it back and there it was. Something different and something I could do without much difficulty.

Hair done, now the accessories. Not too OTT, but not too non descript. Once chosen and adorned, Voila! A vaguely smart woman was born. 

I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. Was that really me? Three years ago, I would have been in a suit and tie, short hair and looking totally out of place. Now, I felt, well, normal. I saw me in that mirror. The inside me was now the outside me. I know I say this a lot, but it's those quick snapshots of yourself in the mirror that make me realise that I am a woman, I 'pass' (a horrid phrase, but the best way I can describe the feeling) and that all that effort is worth it. Not just the effort on the day, but all the highs and lows of my transition. The hormones, the anguish, the knocks, the strain on my mental health. That one look in the mirror makes it all worth it. 

The same happened this week. Same outfit yesterday and different blouse today. Hair was up this time as had to be more business like. Another new situation to be in. I've been on work courses already during my transition, but never in business dress. Smart casual or smart is the usual dress code. (Yes, there is a difference between smart and business). Again, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror and felt the same sense of achievement again. 

I am happier in my body, more than ever before. I still compare myself to other women - lets face it, we all do. However, I know I'm never going to be, sexy, svelte or attractive, but I am who I am. A slightly overweight forty something year old woman who will probably end up with fifteen cats and a 10 bar a day chocolate habit. I have to be a realist. OK, maybe 15 bars a day and an addiction to cups of tea...…….