I'm so fortunate to have new gal pals like Ashley, Gina, Athena, Brooke, Caela, Jessica, Heidemarie and Sara in my life these days. We support and lift each other up. It's a wonderful little group. I'd love to get us all together to break bread someday.
I'm 3.5 months post hair transplant and it's really starting to thicken. I'm very fortunate to have not lost all of the transplanted hair, which is unusual. But I did lose a bunch and those lost ones are just starting to sprout. In the meantime, you can see my scalp through the hair in the transplanted area, so I tend to fixate on that. I can't wait for the other hairs to grow in. I suspect it will starting looking very good over the next couple of months. This is like a dream fulfilled and it gives me a confidence boost regarding public transition.
I spent last week growing my facial hair out so I could wax it Thursday, shave Friday morning, and zap the roots with my IPL (I use carbon dye to darken the grayed roots). It grows very slowly these days. This whole facial hair thing is the biggest and hardest project for me right now. It's hard for me to wear makeup when I just see the whiskers screaming through. Anyway, I got my face pretty cleared up so I decided to put my nice wig on. I purposely put it right below my "new" (post transplant) hairline because I wanted to get an idea as to how much forehead I'm dealing with. It's not the lowest hairline but I think it's pretty reasonable.
I didn't look bad, so I put some concealer, foundation, powder and lipstick on and boom, there she was again. I was quite surprised, as it's taking less effort to look female these days. Kinda gives me hope.
I didn't spend much time like that, but I felt that same calm come over me that I experienced during Keystone. It's a very telling feeling. But I don't think I'm ready to go out in public like that, aside from maybe a drive somewhere.
Baby steps. They're the only steps I'm able to take.