Desert air, family walls, old memories I didn’t ask for —
and a body that kept choosing truth anyway.
Most of them still used the name I was given at birth.
But my grandmother called me hija — daughter —
and somehow that was enough to breathe again.
I leave as a trans girl who didn’t disappear while visiting home.
I learned what still hurts,
and what no longer controls me.
California is waiting.
School, movement, becoming —
unfinished, on purpose.
#translatina #transisbeautiful #transfemme #transgender #gothgirls
9 months agofryguy_12
You are amazing my sweet and no matter what anyone says or thinks. You are you and you are loved. Never forget that. Im no one special and I dont have all the answers, but Im always here if you need a friend or a hug. Hang in there cutie. Hugs and kisses. 🤗🥰😘❤️🌹
9 months agoantiabarreiro2001
Qué texto tan honesto y valiente. Se siente el dolor, pero también una calma profunda al leerte. A veces una sola palabra dicha con amor —como la de tu abuela— basta para sostenerlo todo. Que el camino que viene esté lleno de movimiento, de verdad propia y de momentos que te recuerden quién eres. Te vas, pero te llevas contigo algo muy fuerte ✨🫶
9 months agoroguetyrant
You didn’t vanish into the heat. You learned how to stand in it. Between old names and narrow rooms, one true word—hija— opened a window in your chest. You leave with sand still on your shoes, pain named, power reclaimed, breathing like someone who knows her direction. California isn’t rescue; it’s the road you chose— becoming, unfinished, and entirely yours.
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