There are days--many long stretches of wonderful days--where my dysphoria does seem a foreign thing from my past. I will occasionally get brief flares when reminded of certain things... chest, lack of prominent penis, possession of prominent hips... but for the most part I am able to quell the dysphoria. It doesn't consume me like before, and I'm more able to rationally remind myself that chest surgery will come in good time, the hips are slowly shrinking with exercise (plus there do exist biomales with larger hips), and... the lower half is likely to be a permanent source of some dysphoria. Unfortunately. I do feel more able to deal with such feelings now, however. More confident, less prone to long bouts of uncontrolled anger and sadness.
I'm becoming more secure in myself. Also passing more with the general public. The feelings of anger and sadness come back whenever I am around my family for extended periods of time (none of which accept me and all of which go out of their way to use not only feminine pronouns and my former legal name, but other unnecessary terms of feminine endearment as well). I'm fine alone and with accepting friends, though.
