Being transsexual is a term that is used to define a person who is born in the wrong body. It is more than a word; we are people, people who breathe, love, enjoy, learn… People capable of carrying out any role, capable of doing what the rest of the world does. Transsexualism nowadays occupies my entire life, both through being one, and in dedicating myself to this world. Neither do I feel proud nor regretful about this; it is simply what I’ve had to live with, and I do it and will keep on doing it the best I can.
Often the term transsexual is used in a derogatory way, and its stigmatising strength is so big it makes us look like we aren’t a person - at least not a normal one. We love, breath, laugh, enjoy, cry - our feelings are as strong as anybody’s. Functionally nothing differs us. We are capable of doing exactly what the rest of the world does, but here we can find a difference. We are asked to demonstrate how we are valuable. We depart from distrust, and it is there when we exert ourselves the most. We know how hard life is, how hard it is to achieve a dream, and indeed, I dare to affirm this: we are more persistent.