It's kind of amazing how a day can turn around. Even with the 'cushion' this morning started rough. Interacting with the other gals, trying to find out how gave it to me, started the swing back up in the right direction. Texting with Lori, she agreed to meet me for lunch.
While I waited for Lori to get here I met up with another gal friend/co-worker. We only see each other once every 3-4 weeks, our work schedules and areas differ to greatly. We used to work in the same department and would see each other daily - that was as
him though.
What I enjoy talking about her is that she never says I am gorgeous or pretty or "
rockin' it" .. oh wait, she did say that
.. What she does and says means so much more. It's along the lines of "eyebrows raise, surprised expression" and a comment along the lines of:
OMG You look great. I can't believe how much your face has changed, it's so feminine now. All I see is Faith anymore. If I should mention (and I usually do) my trouble with face and body, she simply dismisses it with a hand gesture. Not meaning that my feeling are unimportant more that she doesn't see it or agree.
She'll describe some of her 'masculine' features that she fights to hide (she's cis, not trans) every morning with a make-up routine .. no, I don't see it, she does though. I can relate
I've glossed over a lot, long story, my mood is much better now.
