Well, I first realized it the night my Uncle Jerry babysat me for the first time, but deep down, I knew before that. I've always been a girl. At a young age, I found myself depressed: Playing with Legos & action figures...it wasn't me. It wasn't for me. Too many sleepless nights & daunting memories. I only had the courage to come out about my identity after my mother passed away. She was my role model and I aspired to be just like her. After Jerry left me sexually confused, I made an effort to be just like my mother. Father was the first person I confessed to & he was very supportive. he bought me the cutest little outfits & a cup to hide my bulge. But to answer your question, I always knew I was a woman. I currently work as an LGBT activist & live a very fulfilled life.