Being alive was a good start.. But then, it seems my goals were different to most. My 'passability' was never the driving force behind my transition. I simply needed to live as who I was, so I transitioned. If I ended up passable, great, if not, oh well, could be worse.

Well I have super thin wrists, longish fingers, high cheek bones, my arm and leg hair is super light and grows really slow. No hair on the back, adams apple is small, can fit into a size 11 shoe and a size 12 for clothes.

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Quote from: kittenpower on August 11, 2015, 02:01:21 PM
Pre everything, what was it about your body that gave you confidence that you would be able to achieve your goals when you transitioned.

Whatever my looks is having or missing, I will achieve my base goal by simply reaching full time & hormone therapy. Currently I can't be full time until I come out and be accepted at work. I am also greedy, so will want more.

What I have is -- feminine-ish body, feminine-ish face, thin-ish wrists, female index vs ring finger proportions.

I hope muscle loss will come with hrt.

Where I need to cut -- want male genital parts removed, want ffs. My ass is good, but it can be perfect, so I also want buttock lift.

Was nice to dream for a couple of minutes.

I have small hands, that's about it for me. People tell me I have a large frame, but they don't realize that I have a lot of fat packed on my frame. I've lost 85 pounds and probably have another 50 pounds of fat to get rid of before we can truly see how my frame looks.

Yeah I really had nothing, I am 6'1 with masucline features all over. A big male sex which is hard to tuck, a deep voice and giant hands and feet, and my favorite a giant chin.

But I look like my mom so there is that.

I am trying to remember that I don't need to be perfect just feminine

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I am not sure how I can answer that in a pre-transition mind-set but better from a time nearly 10 years since completing transition to fill-time.

I look at photographs before my late puberty began (early 20s) and I see a close resemblance to my current appearance.  It was my brief interlude as an adult male (a year or two before ERT) when I seem masculine, my endocrinologist cautioned me not to expect much change, and I doubted my feminising prospects.  A few years on estrogen kicked in my bonus endogenous estrogen and I seem to be okay.  My profuse male body hair that worried my first endo literally fell out in a feminised pattern; this all changed the mind of my second endo.

One friend accidentally grabbed my hand as we watched TV.  He made a look, put our hands palm-to-palm, and commented that I have feminine hands.

My voice did not change.  My hairline did not recede.

So it was something of an epiphany moment as I initially made a casual glance in the bathroom mirror in July 1993.  That image looking back at me hit me like a thunderbolt that morning.  She really is a woman!
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