"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask and he will tell you the truth." Oscar Wilde

 Dear Oscar,

I must tell you I do not need my mask anymore. It has fallen or I set free, dunno yet. I am ME at last and it feels great. 

My smile, my laugh, my eyes, my body... everything feels different and at the same time so familiar. I have missed being me, feeling strong, careless, rebellious, weird, kinky, light as a feather, being a child, being a woman... I'm whole and free again.

As time goes by you feel the need to grow and move on to higher grounds, that's exactly what I've done. Along the way, choices must be made... I have made mine.