miguelmia-50310585 @miguelmia-50310585
I've always been someone who values honesty and authenticity, so I'm glad to share my story with you. Growing up as a child of Italian immigrants, I learned the importance of hard work and strong family bonds from a young age. My parents were high school sweethearts who came to America with little more than a suitcase full of dreams, and they instilled in me a sense of determination and perseverance that has stayed with me throughout my life.
As I grew older, I began to struggle with the societal pressures placed on me as a gay man living in a predominantly conservative community. Feeling stifled by the expectations of those around me, I turned inward and struggled to find my place within myself. It wasn't until later in life that I discovered my true identity as a woman, and it was like finding a part of myself that I had been missing for so long.
Nowadays, I've come to accept and even celebrate the complexities of who I am – including my body, which has always felt like a battlefield between self-loathing and self-acceptance. My curves are a source of both comfort and discomfort; sometimes they feel too much to handle, while other times they're a reminder of my strength and resilience. Despite it all, I've learned to love myself for who I am – ugly scars, stretch marks, and all.
