CONTENT WARNING: This post contains mentions of mental health difficulties and suicide, which some people may find triggering.
My mental health has always been a rollercoaster. And not the good kind either. I’m talking the old rickety type where safety is a complete unknown and the ride operator isn’t paying attention. Before I came out, it was full of unpredictability. I used to want off this ride and to be cured so desperately. I just wanted to be “normal”. But, as I’ve come to realise, there’s no such thing as normal.
Following my recent appearance in the March/April issue of Boots Health & Beauty magazine, I am very aware of the hate directed at both myself and Boots UK. I expected nothing less tbh. Hate is so predictable but we can’t let it stop us from doing what’s right. The reason for this post isn’t for sympathy or a socially distanced pat on the back. It’s to let you in on why I have so little time for the class bullies that are commonly known as transphobes.