But what I did not realize is how at home I would feel in clothing that did not create a silhouette I thought myself impossible to fit into. Once I began dressing more masculinely, I felt a sense of confidence that I had never felt in clothes that fit me like this.

The taught notion of romance as something derailing or immoral right until one is married shares the obscenity of an oil spill; its stains are incendiary and enduring.

It began to occur to me that despite my anti-depressants drastically improving my mood and alleviating my anxiety, they had taken a devastating toll on my relationship and sex life.

Don’t put your body through the labour of body hair removal unless it’s for you, and you only. 

Forget the action of kissing or romance; the words like ‘sex’ and ‘kiss’ are prohibited from the household dictionary.

Despite the turbulence in my relationship with my body, I remind myself that every relationship takes time—especially the one we have with ourselves.