We all experienced remorse for not having the life of a little girl, an awkward teen, a blossoming young woman, and then the love, sex and childbirth to complete a cycle of life. But that ended as our transitions progressed. You're already incredibly happy with yourself, so you just need to mourn that life you never had and get past it. Yes, it's called mourning for the girl you should have been, letting her go, and becoming whole in your own being.
Yes this hurts, and I never thought I'd go through it when I started HRT, but it hit me like a brick. I wished I had everything, and half my daydreams wandered into having those pieces of life that never were. Yet those dreams no longer come to me, and I don't think I could even conjure one up (at least not with intensity of meaning.)
I spent yesterday walking around SF at Fisherman's Warf and the Maritime Museum. I saw a few younger women who made me admire their great looks, bodies, or the girlish and childlike approach to the things they were doing. And that's all that happened in my mind, I admired them. There was no envy or jealousy, and having missed that type of life experience never crossed my mind until I began typing this. But it's so odd for me to even think about it, because I no longer seem to care.
You'll get to this point. It just happens as you become the woman you truly are, and grow into the authentic life you've been given the opportunity to live.
Hugs girl. And as for crying ... sometimes we think we're above crying about some stuff. Then it happens. 😮