I Don’t Want the Before, and There Will Always be More After

Photo by Paweł Czerwiński on Unsplash

I don’t know what I’m transitioning towards.

How could I?

The thought’s been irritating me for weeks now, like a blister that just gets more persistent because it’s at a joint where the skin keeps moving. I’ve used the word “transition” dozens of times, writing about how my body is finally taking a less traumatic shape, and yet it…