Inspired by My Own Journey…

Self-discovery is sometimes a quiet journey. In the noise of the outside world, it starts as a small whisper inside… That whisper grows stronger over time, until it leads you to face your truth. In this post, I want to share my personal experience as a trans woman and try to answer the question: “How do you know if you’re trans?”
This isn’t a clinical guide—but maybe it can shine a light on what some of us go through deep inside.

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These Feelings Didn’t Start Overnight

I was born in a male body, but embracing my identity as a woman didn’t happen overnight. It took years to find the courage to say, “I am a woman.” At first, there was an unexplained discomfort. Over time, the pieces slowly came together. Eventually, I began to recognize myself in the reflection of that inner confusion.


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I Didn’t Just Imagine the Beautiful Moments

My thoughts about being a woman weren’t limited to glamorous or exciting moments. I imagined myself in everyday life too—reading a book, getting bored, walking around with friends, doing the most ordinary things. For me, womanhood was something that flowed through every part of life.


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Sexuality Alone Isn’t the Defining Factor

It’s common to confuse gender identity with sexual fantasies. Yes, I sometimes imagined myself as a woman during intimacy. But that alone doesn’t define my identity. It could have been a fantasy—and I was aware of that. My trans identity encompasses much more than sexuality. It’s a deeper, more constant part of who I am.


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Trauma Didn’t Create This—It Revealed It

The trauma I’ve experienced may have shaped parts of me, but it didn’t create my identity. My transness didn’t come from outside pressure—it came from within. Since I was very young, I had this quiet sense of “difference.” Over time, I gave that difference a name: being a woman.


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It Took Over My Mind

There were times when this question became all I could think about. No matter what I was doing, that inner voice—the feeling of who I was meant to be—kept coming back. At some point, it became impossible to ignore.


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I Wanted This for Me

My desire to live as a woman was never about approval, attention, or validation. It was always about me. The more honest I became with myself, the more clearly I saw the woman inside me. This wasn’t a performance—it was my truth.


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I Felt It in Every Part of Life

Even during simple moments—standing in line, walking down the street—I was living through the eyes and feelings of the woman inside me. Womanhood wasn’t just about clothes or makeup; it showed up in my thoughts, emotions, reactions… in everything.


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The Mirror Didn’t Match My Soul

There were times when I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize the person staring back. My physical appearance didn’t reflect my inner world. That mismatch often became a heavy emotional weight. But in those moments, my clarity about who I was only grew stronger.


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Womanhood Isn’t a Choice—It’s a Reality

Being a woman isn’t a decision I made. It’s a truth that’s always lived inside me. In a world that isn’t always kind to people like us, choosing to live that truth is an act of courage. But nothing is more freeing than finally becoming yourself.


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A Journey That Begins with Courage

This path is filled with fear, anxiety, and uncertainty. But discovering yourself—getting closer to that voice inside you step by step—is maybe the bravest thing you’ll ever do. If you’re asking yourself these questions, just remember: you’re already on your journey. And that journey will, in time, lead you home—to you.


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Final Words:
Don’t be afraid to ask yourself questions. Every person’s path is different. But at the beginning of every journey, there’s a question; in the middle, courage; and at the end, freedom.

I will be sharing this blog post on April 5th. Putting into words the thoughts, feelings, and questions I’ve been carrying inside for so long is a big step for me. And the next day, on April 6th, I will share another blog post dedicated to this one-one where I’ll open up about what I truly feel, the emotional process I’ve been through, and the reflections that followed. Because some writings aren’t just stories-they’re the beginning of a journey. And this one is exactly that.