Sam Dylan Finch

Validate my pain. Acknowledge my suffering. And know that, for me, it’s very real.

Don’t ask me to explain how hormones can make a person feel so free.

Every little change is like a flower bursting open in my chest.

My fixation with my face wasn’t about my own vanity – it was just another manifestation of dysphoria.

A thousand Bach violin concertos swirling around my crib, imprinting those melodies on my brain, had not changed the fact that I was meant to be a cellist. And a thousand “she’s,” beginning from the moment that I was born, had not changed the fact that I had grown up to be a “he.”

Testosterone has brought me to a whole other level of body affirmation and acceptance.

I spent many sleepless nights worrying that being transgender meant that I would live a troubled life.

Sam: The first time you mentioned that you have five kids I was like WHAT THE ACTUAL. FIVE HUMANS. FIVE HUMANS CAME OUT OF YOU. Like, not at the same time, but they came out and like, that sounds painful and scary WHY DID YOU DO THAT??