While his nervous voice was difficult to hear above the chatter of the teenagers, you could tell people wanted to listen to the deeply personal information he was sharing. As he finished, the audience erupted in applause and cheered for the brave student. What an incredible moment.
I'm writing this blog entry I attend the First Event transgender conference Peabody, Massachusetts, sponsored by The Tiffany Club. The North Shore location might not be the most desirable destination for a conference, especially in mid January. On the first night, I joined a few brave girls for dinner in neighboring Salem. The cold wind howled through the streets of the bewitching town, and the wind chill made our adventure seem even more heroic than it already was. As I learned at the Southern Comfort Conference in Atlanta, many of the girls at these events, are part-time, and these occasions are really special. It is the gift of these weekends, sprinkled through out the year and across the country, that give many attendees a renewed spirit, and a chance to feel pretty.
One of the obstacles that stood in the way was my concept of beauty. I shared with the group, that I saw attractiveness as something unattainable for me as a transgender woman. I never saw myself ever being pretty or beautiful. This poor self-image had debilitating and harmful consequences on my wellbeing. One of the dangerous side affects is my eating disorder, which I struggle with everyday. But since I’ve come out, I feel my self-esteem has improved and the concept of beauty for me is more genuine. The slide into skinny oblivion has paused for now, but the reality remains, I rarely eat a meal or do a workout considering the potential impact on my body’s appearance.
|Boston Common by Steve Tocci|