I will preface this by saying I'm not as glamorous as some of you. I actually keep a plain appearance as I'm a busy gal, but occasionally doll it up.
Anyway from the beginning. Me at 4 years old. I had long hair. I was happy:
This is me at 8 or 9. Disneyworld and EPCOT
At home. Mom had just come back from Toronto Canada.
11 years old. Puberty. I cried a lot. I hated myself. But I had some happy times.
I hated the camera so I have basically zero pics of me in high school. There are one or two from the year book which I just left back in the old country.
I hated myself so much I attempted to take my own life numerous times. All unsuccessful.
In 2001 at age 22 I met my first wife and we got married. I moved to New York from the old country. I spent many hours on the net looking at transition but I was afraid I wouldn't have any of my own biological kids. So I just buried it and tried to make the best of it as a married man.
And lots and lots of drinking.
It gets kind of sketchy from there. I get divorced and married again. Had kids. Joyous but a reminder of what I will never be. I basically let myself go.
Then I got fed up, realized that I couldn't hide who I am and broke down and started transition.
Very early into HRT like less than a month. I'm changing.
Then 6 months or so. Boom.
Went to court to change my name in October. Dressed for the occasion. 10 months HRT.
And today:
Hope you enjoyed.