A simple post.
Last night I once again slept naked — this time not as any symbolism of newness or rebirth, but as an affirmation that it is not my clothing that identifies me, that defines who I am. No matter how I hide or pretend, no matter what role I act for my family, I am always, deep down, that young woman inside.
I am Sophia.
Now, just the same, Scott will never leave, will never go away, will never die; I have lived and loved and learned and grown as Scott — some of my most valuable life lessons were branded deep into my soul long before I acknowledged Sophia to be there, and I cannot — I will not — burn those years of my life, no matter how trying they were, no matter how often I wish to forget them.
For better or worse, through my most joyous and most painful times, I will not forget myself as the young man I was… and still am.
I am Scott.