Been thinking a lot about my options this week. Not that it’s yielded much in the way of answers.
As things progress I have more available choices to make. Facial feminisation surgery, tracheal shave, breast augmentation.
I keep coming back to just letting things unfold. I hope to transition with the minimum of surgical enhancement. I don’t have much of an Adam’s Apple luckily, I kind of like my face and as for boobs? Well, I’m still holding on for a small B cup. In an ideal world.
But I don’t think I want to look different or go under the knife. I’ve mentioned before my friend’s duck based theory. And to be honest, it’s mostly held true.
I have no idea if I pass as a woman. Fortunately I care little. I am as happy as I’ve ever known and that’s enough for me. Society seems to be able to cope with the notion that if it looks like a duck and walks like a duck then they should treat it as a duck.
I feel lucky that my daily life is not plagued by too many problems. Surgery is a future option that I will get to when I’m good and ready. But for now my life is relatively straightforward and my new found confidence means I don’t give a flying duck.