A Story of Fitness and Transgender Identification
In 2013, I met John, a man who felt trapped in his male body, desperate to investigate and accept his feminine desires of expression and potentially transgender identification while improving his physical fitness. This is his story…
Because she wanted to work on being in public as herself, I thought the best place to start was a grocery store. She was 45 minutes south from where she lived; the store seemed safe. She hopped into her car, and I hopped onto my bike, and we both headed toward the supermarket a half mile away.
In the parking lot, I had to practically pull Natalie from the car. “You can do this. No one knows you here. Seriously, no one is looking at you, people are way too concerned with themselves.” We took a deep breath together and she hesitantly walked toward the entrance. Inside, the chill from the air conditioning was refreshing, and again I thought about Natalie’s wig and how hot she must have been. I noticed, for the first time, how bright and exposing the lights were. I noticed how many people do actually stare you down, but no more toward she than they did me.