My name is Linds, and I grew up in rural Victoria, about 350 kilometres north-west of Melbourne, in a small town called Warracknabeal. A tight-knit, thriving town in the heart of the wheatbelt. A place I still call home, where much of my family lives, and where I always return to reconnect with who I am and where I came from.
When I was growing up, there was a very traditional version of masculinity, one that didn’t reflect who I was or how I experienced the world. I couldn’t see a version of myself that felt possible, let alone celebrated. That made adolescence especially hard.
At 14, I entered a dark period of mental health stress. I was confused about who I was, and I felt like I had to hide parts of myself to survive socially. I lived with a constant fear of being labelled too sensitive, too feminine, not good enough, and subsequently I felt that I was unworthy of belonging.
Why, because when we try to change who we are to “fit in” that is not true belonging.