{"id":1954,"date":"2018-03-26T07:15:48","date_gmt":"2018-03-26T11:15:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=1954"},"modified":"2018-03-26T08:47:44","modified_gmt":"2018-03-26T12:47:44","slug":"changing-yourself-finding-yourself","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/changing-yourself-finding-yourself\/","title":{"rendered":"Changing Yourself, Finding Yourself"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/ChangingPost.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-1955 size-large\" title=\"&lt; IMG &gt;\n  alt : Robin Botie of Ithaca, New York, photoshops a trans man who has found his true gender identity and shares his joy.\" src=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/ChangingPost-742x1024.jpg\" alt=\"Robin Botie of Ithaca, New York, photoshops a trans man who has found his true gender identity and shares his joy.\" width=\"625\" height=\"863\" data-popupalt-original-title=\"null\" srcset=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/ChangingPost-742x1024.jpg 742w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/ChangingPost-217x300.jpg 217w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/ChangingPost-768x1061.jpg 768w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/ChangingPost-624x862.jpg 624w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/ChangingPost.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 625px) 100vw, 625px\" \/><\/a><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">After my daughter died, I took a kind of inventory of my life to see what was left, what remained of my old self. Who was I? What was my purpose now? No one seemed to understand the pain I was going through. I was alone, searching for my self, my true barebones self. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Sometimes you need to redefine who you are in the world. You don\u2019t know how things will end up but you know they will have to change if you are to survive. Shaking out old identities does not come easily. It does not always come with the support of those around you. You\u2019re a different person now, I\u2019ve been told. Maybe my friend Ray has heard this too.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Ray was born Rachel. Through medical intervention, he altered his appearance to match the gender he has long identified with. Trans man, he wrote. Female-to-male. I asked him, What is it like to be a transgender man?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLiberating, painful, &#8230;rewarding,\u201d he told me. \u201cIt\u2019s liberating to see hormones completely change my body. It\u2019s painful in two ways: emotionally and physically. Emotionally because, while hormones give you a lower voice, facial hair, change the shape of your face and muscles, when stepping out of the shower, there are still pieces of me that don&#8217;t belong, which is sad and disappointing. Physically it\u2019s painful because I still have breasts, which means I spend 12-14 hours a day wearing a very tight binder that compresses my chest to make it look like I\u2019m flat chested. If binding is done incorrectly, it can crack ribs or cause bruising and trouble breathing. It\u2019s been a long road of self-discovery. Rewarding &#8230; changing from one identity that was given to me at birth, to becoming someone else with an identity I&#8217;ve created for myself.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">What did you lose? I asked.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI never really lost Rachel. Rachel is incorporated into my life as Ray. The key has been turning the parts of the old me into the person that I am today, with no shame or guilt. I lost an old name, but I gained a new one.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat did I find? I found true self-love and happiness. I found someone who has so much to offer the old me who thought there was no self worth. Now I carry myself with pride, with joy, with new eyes. I feel free.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Finally, I asked, What do you want people to know?<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI want people to know that I am human and I am worthy. I want people to know that being transgender isn&#8217;t a punishment, or a burden, it is a process, like a moth becoming a butterfly. I want people to know that kindness and acceptance goes a LONG way.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">Ray didn\u2019t care about having his image camouflaged. But I wanted to experiment with the idea of binders. Binders being shed, maybe. To let loose pain, shame, or whatever keeps us from being our best selves.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\"><em>What changes have you or a loved one made to be your most authentic self?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After my daughter died, I took a kind of inventory of my life to see what was left, what remained of my old self. Who was I? What was my purpose now? No one seemed to understand the pain I was going through. I was alone, searching for my self, my true barebones self. 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