Year 1. The disappointment sits under the carpet
1988, my grandpa eagerly expects a son before I am born. He gives me a name 元军 meaning "the leading army.
" An honoring hope for the son continuing generations of kinship from our ancestor, that can not be done by a girl. The disappointment sits under the carpet. I learn to behave well to win applause. Love is something I have to please to deserve. There's no value in pursuing the possibilities only available to men. But I don't buy what the tradition wants to indoctrinate me. The greatest power I've seen is nurtured from motherhood and femininity. I get to choose my value and carve out my own path. My name is now 媛君, a beautiful and virtuous human being.
This is part of the personal stories - The Undercurrent of My 32 Years. Radical acceptance of my identity and unapologetic self-expression sets the foundation for me to question the reality and explore the underneath.
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