Hii,
Today something happened that made me stop and smile.
One of those little moments that tells me my transition is really showing.
I was leaving my facility when my next-door neighbor, Kenya... (not real name), waved me down and asked:
"Are you a new girl in the area?"
I told her clearly, "No, I live next door in Building B, and you live in Building A."
The funny part? We've spoken before. Not once, but a few times. And Kenya isn't the first one to react like this. In the past couple of months, a few people I've interacted with before have asked the same kind of question or acted curious if I'd just moved in.
It felt strange at first, like, wait a minute, how do you not remember me?
But then it clicked. This isn't forgetfulness... this is recognition lag.
Maybe?..... 🤯
My appearance, my presentation, and even my energy have changed enough that people who once knew me are now meeting me all over again.
Hair changes, makeup, posture, clothing, even the way I carry myself, all these shifts have stacked up to the point where, for some folks, their brain no longer links "me before" with "me now."
And you know what? I take it as a compliment.
These "Are you new here?" moments are proof that my outside is aligning more and more with my inside.
I'm crossing that line where people don't just see me as me with changes, they see me as a woman they're meeting for the first time.
That's a big step in my social side of transitioning.
So now, when someone asks if I'm new, I just smile and say,
"Nope , I've been here the whole time.
I'm Lilis."
Because in a way, both things are true:
I've always been here... but this version of me really is new.
And I'm loving that she's starting to make her own mark in the neighborhood. 😊
~ Lilis 🌹