The Key, the Locked Door, and the True Me

For years, I’ve stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. I saw my silhouette—the outline of me. But just beyond it, like a shadow I couldn’t escape, was the outline of the man I thought I had to be. Broader shoulders. Thicker chest. Sharper jawline. I didn’t always know where that outline came from. But one moment, one memory, gave it shape. For more tools to live beyond you same-sex attractions and into your purpose, visit ownyouridentitynow.com.