This was definitely the hardest for me. I think often we are our own worst enemies. Hugs
Mariah

Quote from: Jill F on September 01, 2015, 12:39:39 AM
Worrying about passing.

Quote from: brianna1016 on September 02, 2015, 05:21:30 PM
My bad habits are:

Talking too loudly. I have a very feminine voice at lower volumes. When I have to yell or get someone's attention, it becomes more masculine.

Posture. I still struggle with this when I sit and especially when I walk.

Being in a grumpy mood. For some reason everything goes out the window when I am angry. I start acting like the person I used to be. Yuck.

I can totally relate to this,

Oh Im sorry miss, what was that? (ok) Oh Im sorry sir, yeah we have those in stock 

And the other day, My sister asked for money for the kids again, and since my reserves are stressfully low, i became impatient with the automated transfer machine, and YELLED oh for effs sake and nearly threw my phone at the wall.

No I dont like shouting,

but for me, one of the things I found the hardest of all habits to break was, feeling as though i had to use make-up
I hated it, and when me nd my sister used to get together and try different thibgsto help me, I preffered how i looked beforhand, even though people said i looked better.

the exspression on my face wuth it on was more of a clock then not wearing it

Quote from: Jill F on September 01, 2015, 12:39:39 AM
Worrying about passing.

I mean that bigtime.  I'm not just being glib or snarky here.   

The first few times I went out, it wasn't pretty and neither was I.  I took some pretty awful abuse from some knuckledraggers, but all that did was motivate me to try to blend better.  It turns out that it wasn't my appearance as much as it was my demeanor.  People can sense when you're nervous or something is a bit "off", it draws further attention to you and next thing you know... *BAM! Dammit, clocked again!*   A couple of weeks after my last round of abuse, I had an epiphany.  I basically stopped caring about what others might think of me and decided that the ones who can't deal with it weren't ever going to be my friends anyway, so screw 'em.   It was like my attitude had a sudden extreme makeover.  I didn't care whether I passed or not, and suddenly I was gendered correctly more often than not.  I had an arsenal of snarky comments for the d-bags out there, told a few to talk to the finger and it was all downhill after that.  I was full time in 2 months of E and 3 laser sessions.  2 1/2 years later I haven't been misgendered to my face in over a year.

Oh, one of my favorite bits of snark that I used on the douchenozzles was, "Sweetie, you need to work on your pickup lines."

Oooh, Jill! Perfect! I may adapt that, "sorry, Sweetie, I'm married... And a dyke!"

Quote from: Jill F on September 02, 2015, 06:58:06 PM
I mean that bigtime.  I'm not just being glib or snarky here.   

The first few times I went out, it wasn't pretty and neither was I.  I took some pretty awful abuse from some knuckledraggers, but all that did was motivate me to try to blend better.  It turns out that it wasn't my appearance as much as it was my demeanor.  People can sense when you're nervous or something is a bit "off", it draws further attention to you and next thing you know... *BAM! Dammit, clocked again!*   A couple of weeks after my last round of abuse, I had an epiphany.  I basically stopped caring about what others might think of me and decided that the ones who can't deal with it weren't ever going to be my friends anyway, so screw 'em.   It was like my attitude had a sudden extreme makeover.  I didn't care whether I passed or not, and suddenly I was gendered correctly more often than not.  I had an arsenal of snarky comments for the d-bags out there, told a few to talk to the finger and it was all downhill after that.  I was full time in 2 months of E and 3 laser sessions.  2 1/2 years later I haven't been misgendered to my face in over a year.

Oh, one of my favorite bits of snark that I used on the douchenozzles was, "Sweetie, you need to work on your pickup lines."

Having confidence doesn't help me pass. It makes doing scary things easier, but that's really all. Actually, being confident can be interpreted as masculine. For the most part it's my physical mannerisms that are outing me. Nobody can ever tell when I'm speaking on the phone, my voice sounds natural enough.