I am transgender. My sense of personal identity and gender does not correspond with my birth sex.
For #transawarenessweek I want to post something happy; I was pretty euphoric on my most recent photo shoot! Everything I wore — textured suits, suspenders, slacks, shirts with buttons that aren’t on backward — everything made me feel so confident. I used to never feel comfortable at photo shoots! @veronica.graye thank you for styling me. You made me feel seen, understood, and accepted, not to mention ridiculously cool. @shayanhathaway thanks for making me feel like a leading lad. Thanks for making me look even better! @blondiemua I don’t know how you got my hair to listen to you but oh my god thank you
And here we goooooooo 😘💋❤️🖤 #Repost@andimjulie
My name is Willowdean Dickson... 😭😍👠👑
Join the revolution in heels! 👠 (Or, like me, in a sensible pair of red shoes) Watch DUMPLIN' on Netflix December 7th. (Full trailer in bio!)
Well, it happened. Regardless of the way I identify, @instagram has deemed me inappropriate. My biology may be female, but I am not. Still, my body is policed. I am working on doing the strength training it takes to naturally change my body into more of what I want it to be. But being told over and over that the way I’m choosing to take control of my gender is invalid sucks donkey butt. I won’t stop fighting. You may have won this battle, but I will win the war. Cheers to those of you who are supporting and accepting. I wish your heart to open to those of you who aren’t. I love you all. Even when it hurts.
Non-binary realness with a side of scronch
@shayanhathaway is a photography god
@veronica.graye has me styled like a handsome little devil
@blondiemua is a true hero for making this mug look flawless
Today I chose 9 photos and 1 video from the last few weeks that I want to show my grandfather. He was my hero. He taught me to be a fighter. And I want to honour him every day. Especially on Veterans Day. He was a doctor in the Vietnam war, though he rarely if ever spoke about it. My Poppy gave me my fight. He gave me my drive to help others. He taught me it was okay to help myself. Today he is in my heart and my mind every second. I miss you, Pop.
I will be deleting comments on this post. Don’t you dare use my grandfather’s memorial post to try to drag me down.