This is still at least nominally a transition blog. So I suppose an update on the actual transition might be about due.
Now several months into being post operative, things are better than I had ever expected in the physical sense. I see documentable change all of the time.
Ok, it’s mostly in the form of a fatter arse, a wee bit extra belly to carry around and my thighs threatening to annexe the neighbour’s flat. But it’s also meant extra boobage. There’s a whole Yin and Yang thing going on with my body. And I kind of like it. Because more and more of the time, I see a woman in the mirror. With bumps in both the right and the wrong places. As it often is.
Which has been great for my confidence. Which is currently flying high. Which means that even having folk in the same supermarket line questioning “Is that a man?” this week couldn’t upset my apple cart. Because the positive to take here is, it was a question. Not a statement.
That bodes well for the future. I’d like to believe there will be a day when nobody feels the need to question my validity from mere feet away. But it matters not as they still accidentally built me up despite their pig ignorant selves. I will admit though that today’s song was totally in my head at the time. Possibly theirs too.