We’ve all hit that moment—the “fuck it” point.
You know the one: where the weight of everyone else’s opinions suddenly feels like a backpack full of rocks you’ve been carrying for way too long, and you finally shrug it off. It’s that glorious shift when you stop tiptoeing around judgments, whispers, and side-eyes, and start living unapologetically as you.
For me, it came during my transition, but honestly, it’s a universal vibe for anyone chasing authenticity in a world obsessed with fitting in.
Let’s break it down.
Transitioning—or any big life pivot—isn’t just about the physical or external changes. It’s a mental marathon. You weigh the positives: the euphoria of aligning your outside with your inside, the freedom of self-expression, the deeper connections with people who get you.
Then come the negatives: potential pushback from family, friends, or society; the fear of rejection; the logistics of hormones, surgeries, or name changes that can feel overwhelming.
How far do you go? Do you dip a toe in, or dive headfirst? It’s tempting to let fear of “what will they think?” hold you back. But here’s the truth: that fear is a thief, stealing your joy one hesitation at a time.
Reaching your “fuck it” point is the game-changer. It’s when you realize that other people’s thoughts are just noise—temporary static in the grand broadcast of your life.
Why give them the remote?
You’ve got one shot at this existence, and it’s yours to script. No one’s going to live your regrets for you. Imagine lying on your deathbed (morbid, I know, but stay with me). In those final moments, will you care about Aunt Karen’s disapproving Facebook comment or that coworker who side-eyed your new look? Hell no.
You’ll be replaying the moments you didn’t seize, the versions of yourself you buried to please others. And guess what? Those critics? They won’t lose sleep over your passing. They might not even show up to your funeral, let alone shed a tear. So why hand them power now?
Embracing this mindset isn’t about being reckless; it’s about being real.
Start small: Wear that outfit that screams “you.” Share your story without filtering for likes.
Surround yourself with a squad that lifts you up, not pulls you down. And if transitioning is your path, go as far as feels right—for you. Voice training? Top surgery? Full social shift? Weigh it all, but let your inner compass guide, not the crowd’s roar.
No regrets, folks. Life’s too short for “what ifs” dictated by strangers or even loved ones who don’t understand. Hit that “fuck it” button, live boldly, and watch how the world opens up. You’re not here to be palatable; you’re here to be you.
Who’s with me? 💪✨
When I coach people, I have over 40 questions I ask them over many sessions. It takes many sessions because we deep dive into many of them as I help you pull out the anderts inside you.
You got this.
Dr. Gwen Patrone
#LiveYourTruth #FuckItPoint #NoRegrets #AuthenticLiving
One Response
Gwen,
I always described that weight we carry as a millstone round my neck , for me it shifted when I came out to my ex the problem being I gave it to her to carry . You could argue it was a weight she didn’t need to bear if she’d been more open with her acceptance , I no longer carry the guilt for that one .
There’s possibly been more than one “**** IT ” moments , the one that stands out was when I received a letter to remind me to update my driving licence , I had an old UK version without photo ID . SO F*** IT lets do it , make an appointment with a solicitor and apply for a statutory declaration and officially change my name so my new driving licence would be issued as TERESA with her picture on it . That lead to almost thirty official documents to change which I didn’t expect , if you own property you not only have to reregister it and also insurances that cover them. Also the car registration had to be changed so again the insurance with it . The biggest battle was securing a new passport , it took me a month but I wasn’r giving up , I’d come this far . The next problem was then informing family of the change , my son and daughter were OK but my ex , well what did I expect !!! My daughter surprised me because she had obviouly discussed me with her friends so all she said was , ” we’re surprised you haven’t done it sooner ” .
The name change was like rubber stamping my new life , society had no choice but accept who I really was and even if I wanted to there was no backtrack for me , my sails were full set , one way to go and that was forward . No I don’t have any regrets if people don’t want to be on board that’s their problem not mine , I always make it clear all are welcome aboard .