Welcome dear readers, I’m Kari and here’s my journey so far. Pull up a chair, pour yourself a drink and enjoy.
It feels very odd to be writing this with any intention of letting anyone see it (I have spent so long hiding from who I really am), yet now thanks in no small part to the support from Pops at his fabulous dressing service Style Me Quirky I have embraced my inner girl and feel confident enough to share this tale of my journey so far.
Like many of you I’m sure, I knew from around the time I realised boys and girls were different that I was jealous of the girls, who had far more interesting clothes and got to play with makeup when I couldn’t. I think I assumed this would go away as I matured, but of course, it didn’t. I tried to talk about this with my first serious girlfriend but that was a total disaster with a horrendously bad reaction. Looking back, I now realise it was already an abusive relationship, and this attempt, to be honest, was another weapon I could be beaten with. Once I escaped I did my best to bury this slightly strange and wonderful part of me for the next twenty years. I wasn’t successful and I went through the usual binge and purge cycle so common to many trans-girls.