Positive Moments

I'm 6 and a half years in and transition remains the best thing I've ever done for myself. Not the easiest thing, but the best thing.

I joined a women's roller derby league and it's the most fun I've had in a sport, ever! My teammates are super inclusive, kind, and treat me just like any other gal on the team. I love them all so much and I never would have met them had I stayed closeted. It also really works out my hips and lower body, while keeping a slim waste and avoiding anything shoulders which has really started to give me euphoria about my body lately.

My boobs are starting to fill in finally too, my partner noticed I had underboob the other day and I couldn't stop staring at myself in the mirror while giggling!

A bunch of my partners friends donated some clothes to me too, which really helped fill out my closet. Most of them fit me really well, and accentuate my body shape in a way I didn't know I could feel good about.

All in all, I'm 6 months in and couldn't be happier with my choice to transition, but it helps massively that I: A. Live in a blue state and B. have an incredible partner and support group who want nothing but to see me thrive as a woman.

Thanks for asking!

Random strangers treat me as just another person, so that's pretty nice. No, but actually. I always have such anxiety about going out, and forget I live in one of the most LGBT+ positive places in the country. I have so much internalized crap from growing up down south in Baptist churches.

Even though I still don't love how I look, I've finally reached a point where I can occasionally like my reflection, actually seeing a woman. It's hit or miss, but the hits feel really good.

I met up with a friend group I haven't seen in a while, and a lot of people made an effort to lump me into 'the girls'.

Plus electrolysis is showing good results, even if that hour a week is slowly killing my soul with pain.

I had a co-worker compliment my nails and give me a tip on how to achieve a cleaner look over all on them. Made me feel really nice, and seen. Most of my coworkers just stare at my hands and try to avoid saying anything, but she said they look gorgeous.

Edit: a random adult cashier just complimented my nails and asked me where I got them done AFTER she got a look at them up close. I could've DIED I was so happy!

I got my first lesbian fuckbuddy a couple of months ago and it's amazing, it's as much fun as other people always seemed to be having with sex.

It's good that we are explicitly keeping each other at arm's length emotionally because I understand u-haul syndrome now.

Very lucky to be able to experience the hormone rush of good sex and experience how it differs from the hormone rush of being in love. Or maybe it doesn't and I'm just learning to manage it better.

But I wear my old guy clothes and she LOVES it, being a butch lesbian kicks ass. Yeah, the straights call me sir, goes with the territory, doesn't really bother me any more.