I finally felt free. Or at least a little bit more free, excited at the idea of living as me, but I could see the fear in her eyes and the hesitation in her lips. “So” I start, before pausing, “uh so how do you feel about it?” “Well” she paused in thought, which was uncharacteristic of my mum, “I’m just worried you’re doing this because you think changing yourself will make you happy” “What if it will? I mean isn’t that the idea behind changing yourself?” “I just don’t want you to do something you’ll regret” But I knew in my soul and body I wouldn’t regret this.