Hey,
For two years, I wouldn't look at myself in the mirror. I hated it, it wasn't me. It was something, some mask, someone else, but it wasn't me. I shaved in the shower. I avoided having my picture taken. I avoided even looking at my hair, even though it was growing in quite nicely. My face was one of the two biggest sources of dysphoria I had.
Ten days after FFS, after the longest surgery Dr Z had ever done, after the bandages came off, I saw me for the first time in my life. I was swollen, shaved bones hurt, a huge scar was on top. I was bruised and still had some beard growth. But I was me. The strangest thing that has ever happened to me.
It's now 27 months later. I still smile when I look in the mirror. I'm not perfect, but I am me.
I hope you have something similar.
Hugs
Jen