Today is my one year on testosterone. I honestly do not know if I will ever find the words to properly express how thankful I am for this opportunity and privilege. It seems that words will never suffice to convey the intensity of my appreciation. So, I turn to the perpetual fight of equality and continue to be mindful of the pain I used to live in. Without my personal memories of extreme dysphoria and depression, I would not be my best self. Clinging to these memories that have impinged me fuel the fire and fight. I will never stop. This past year was the most honest year of my life, the first year of my life. I took a wrecking ball to the walls I built around my core throughout the past eighteen years of my life. Opening up the heaviest, most internalized aspects of my identity, I shared them, unapologetically, with the world to accept. This was never easy, but the idea of having a chance to become the physical embodiment of my true self was enough to put everything on the line. I had no idea what to expect or what I would look like. But, here I am. I became him. My name is Chella Man. And, I am one year on testosterone today. Thank you to all who have fought for transgender and queer rights, now and in the past, as you have allowed me to live this life. Thank you MaryV for consistently reminding me; I am worthy of love in this world. Thank you to my family for listening to me, verbally or through sign language. Thank you to all of you who have sent your hearts to me, wherever you may be. Please know, your messages of support and encouragement are taken in, not just by me, but countless others who need to see the love, acceptance, and support. This world is changing. To be continued.