Couple of decent days in Glasgow this week. Almost Taps Aff weather but not quite. Despite a little sunshine being great for my mood, I can barely believe that I am done for the most part with transition. But when I compare myself to the hesitant Her that started out in 2013, it’s also become increasingly clear that it’s been more of an evolution than a transition anyway.
Now five years later, I’ve clawed my way to a place of comfort within myself. Although it’s not the same place I had thought I was headed to at all. There’s been a few fashion wrong turns along the road admittedly but getting to grips with Womanhood is a gruelling enough assault course for anyone.
Importantly, how I define myself has become drastically more relaxed along the way. I just am what I am. I just like what I like. Which is currently manifesting itself in a brand new love affair with bold flares, bright colours and boyfriend cardigans. Things I wouldn’t necessarily have worn before, because they might attract too much attention, are now fair game. I kind of like it.
No longer have the time to care what others see either. Whether they see a man, a woman, or something else has just stopped mattering. My transition is over but I’m not yet done evolving though. My tastes, style, general demeanour and attitude are light years from where I started. And it’s still fun finding out where you can push personal envelopes. The nicest thing about right now though, is that the more I become Chrissy, the more of Chris remains. Like an old coat or a wardrobe staple, it’s still his skin I’m most comfortable in. I like that too. Balance keeps things steady.