Signs of Progress

So after 10 months on hormones, this is what I’m feeling.

A much softer face. I look at my pictures from the past, and my pictures now, and holy shit, I do have feminine features now.

Breasts. I am starting to grow them… and why I’m so excited about it, I don’t know. I’ve been told everyone is excited about the breasts. There’s been so much anticipation in me about these things…. however, I may only get to a B cup, and I want them proportioned to my body, so implants it is.

Attitude shift. My male dead self would never have played Cards Against Humanity, or filled the wine glass to the rim, or made a point of ordering alcohol every time at New Holland, Hops, or an alcohol serving restaurant. What’s more, I’m enjoying my wine with gladness… knowing I have so many friends.

My arms are getting weaker, and I now need help opening pickle jars. Spaghetti sauce jars as well. I know body weight training can help with this, but do I really want to do it?

I’m eating slower and more mindful, especially with other people. I was with Shelby the other night and I let my food go cold because the conversation was so engaging. Speaking of Shelby, she’s amazing.

There’s more, too, but I can’t think of it.