Part 1: An Introduction to My LifeHi there! I want to tell you my story. I hope it will be an inspiration to you! Or if not, at least a fun read! My life has been an incredible roller coaster ride of highs and lows, ups and downs, good times and bad times and I'm still only 22! But you know what - I'm a survivor! My motto has always been "look hot and stay cool" and don't let the fXXXXXs get you down!
It's been a long battle to be accepted for being different. I just want to be myself and I think that's what we should all have the right to be. I really believe we make our own reality. We can be anything we want to be, if we take control of our lives, leave the past behind us and refuse to be defined by anyone other than ourselves! Wow!
I was born in Mexico, in a small town called Hermosa near the northwest border. When my mum was pregnant with me she knew she was going to have a beautiful daughter. So, you see, it was all meant to be!
I knew I wanted to be a girl for as long as I can remember. I never thought of myself as a boy. I used to watch my mum putting on her makeup and I wanted to be beautiful and delicate just like her. I adore my mother and want to be just like her when I am older.
I used to try on her high heels and dresses! She was my inspiration. My brothers used to play baseball, but I liked playing with Barbies! I never liked the rough games my brothers played. When I was walking with my mum in the street, people used to come up to her and say, "You have such a beautiful daughter! She used to get upset, but I was proud!
Of course I was bullied. Kids at school used to beat me up and call me faggot, but my mum always used to tell me to take no notice. My mum has always been fantastic. Without her support, I don't know how I would have survived.
When I was 11, I met someone else like me. His friends suggested that I started taking hormones. When I went to the pharmacy to buy them, looking just like a little kid. I told them that they were for my mother!. It was amazing….my breasts started to grow! I really felt like I was turning into a beautiful swan!
At home I still lived as a boy, I was even an alter boy at the local church! But at school I started dressing as a girl. A girl in my class gave me a mini skirt and a white blouse. I started wearing a bra and it felt so right. But the Headmaster of the school found out and said I was a bad influence on the other kids and asked me to leave school. I had to tell my parents - something that I had been dreading. My mum was fantastic. Even though she was crying, she said, "I love you and want to support you, whatever you want to be". But my dad freaked out. He didn't take it so well.
I wasn't close to my dad. He had this anger. He was really hard on me. I don't want to go into details, but he was really heavy on me. But my brothers were really great about it. They still treat me as their kid sister and are totally protective of me, they get mad when guys look at me in the street!
My parents took me to a psychiatrist. She talked to me, and then told my parents "look, it's wonderful that at that age your son knows what he wants to be. Let him do it, because he'll do it anyway, with or without you!"
But my dad didn't like me dressing as a girl in the house. He decided to start treating me like a maid, yelling at me to do the dishes and clean the floor. But I told him I wanted to be a PRINCESS, not a maid!
They sent me to a new school, but it didn't work out. I couldn't settle there. I just didn't fit in. So I ran away from home and became a stripper in a Go Go bar. I was still only 14! I used to wear these cute little shorts and guys used to tuck money into them! I was so hot! I loved their attention and their belief that I was a desirable woman. I managed to save enough money from my dancing to have my first boob job! Wow, it felt so good!
I was dancing in the club and hadn't seen my mother for so long. Somehow she found out where I was and when I came out on stage, there she was! She had a tear in her eye, not because she was sad but because she saw that I was becoming what I was always meant to be.
I jumped of the stage and we hugged and kissed and hugged again. We were both crying our eyes out and we knew that nothing would ever tear us apart.
We rushed out into the street, arm in arm and I really felt good. I felt so great that my mother loved me and accepted me. Now it was time for change, and I felt so positive about the future.
Continue to Part 2: Moving to Los Angeles
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