I have been thinking about a lot of things since I started my path on transition. Even though estrogen made me feel whole, I've been asking if this is the right thing for me to do. Slowly but surely my body began to change, and is still changing, both on the inside and the outside.
This week one of the women I work with confided in me she was having her period and had really bad cramps. She told me "Be glad you're not female." I choked back tears as I smiled, and said nothing in response.

Tonight when I got off work, I came home and took a shower. When I got out I tried on a few different things from my growing wardrobe, to see what I can mix and match for the most amount of different outfits since I'm going full-time in a few weeks.
I have a full-length mirror on the back of my bedroom door. When I pulled my hair back to look at my face more closely for a split second, I saw the real me in those eyes (probably only the second or third time this has happened). Deeper within, I saw my former self and the amount of pain he caused me - how he originally protected me when I was too young to do anything about being TG, but over the years he became a monster and almost prevented me from transitioning for good.

I'm glad he finally stepped aside for me, but looking in that mirror tonight, I could see the tears welting in my eyes. This has been such a hard journey, and I still have a long ways to go. I'm just so happy and consider myself extremely fortunate that I have made it this far, when so many others like me are not as happy, and are not as fortunate.

My thoughts aren't as clear right now as they were five minutes ago, because this post was going to be longer, but...feel free to offer your own reflections.
~Fae