What the Trees Know
On shedding, becoming, and living true in a season that asks us to be honest
This time of year, the trees start telling the truth.
They stop pretending to be full when they are tired.
They stop holding on to what is meant to fall away.
And somehow, that honesty makes them beautiful.
I have been thinking about that a lot lately, how nature never apologizes for changing. How every leaf that lets go is an act of trust, believing that something new will rise in its place. There is no shame in the shifting. No reluctance. No fear of being seen in a different shape.
Maybe that is what being trans feels like. Not defiance, but remembering. A quiet return to the shape we were always meant to take.
Some days the world feels like winter comes too early, cold voices reminding us how different we are. But even in that chill, there is something steady, like roots deep in frozen soil reminding us that we were made to survive this too. We were made to hold on even when the wind tries to take more than it should.
Because we know what it means to bloom in spite of frost.
We know how to find warmth in our own skin when the world will not offer any.
They call it brave, but most days it is simply breathing.
Just choosing to stay.
Just choosing to keep becoming.
Late fall teaches a quiet lesson. Letting go of who we were told to be is not an ending. It is a beginning. It is permission. It is possibility.
So when I walk through these thinning woods and the ground is soft with what has been shed, I think, this is what truth looks like. Not polished, not perfect, but real, and alive, and free.
And I realize
I am too.

i just love the imagery here Bailey! it speaks to my heart. 💛
Bailey, that was beautiful! ❤️
⚧️Trans_Forever🏳️⚧️