For as far as I can remember, I’ve been fascinated with clothes that were labelled “for girls / women”. As a kid, I was dragged to clothes stores, and the girl section seemed so much more fun, but I wasn’t allowed there because I was a boy.

When I was 16, my mum didn’t want to spend the money to buy me one of the cool looking backpack so I decided to make my own.

It’s only around the age of 33 that I finally got the courage to wear in public “women’s clothes”, and the moment I did, I felt happy.

For the first time in my life, I could look at myself in the mirror and smile because I loved what I was wearing. My life opened in a magical way, and ever since, I’ve been freeing myself from the prison of “having to be a man”. Today, I feel free and happy to be whoever I want to be.