I went from a 62 year old balding dude to 63 year old woman, a genuine weird old lady. I like to think I mostly pass, but I get called on gender by strangers often enough to know better after over a year of HRT. Most of the improvement, honestly, is in makeup skills, wardrobe, and deportment (movement and behaviors).

None the less, I refuse to go back. I know my identity, who I am, and have accepted myself.
After all those decades of self-denial and trying to pass as male, surrendering to myself, finding self-acceptance and abandoning the tremendous effort to maintain self-loathing and denial, I have found inner peace and happiness.
This is a wonderful thing, and I heartily reject the opinions of others who seek to deny me or drag me down. No one has the right to deny my existence.
Oh, others may seek to socially reject me, or even foolishly legislate me away. They cannot alter my inner convictions. They cannot deny me myself.
That ultimately is what self-acceptance can bring us.
I seek to improve my appearance, and my social acceptance, as a necessity for my own safety while I live in a transphobic culture. That is why I seek FFS, and part of why I seek GCS. (I'd also like my clothes to fit better, and remove my physical gender incongruity.)
Living in a transphobic culture does not mean I need to internalize its transphobia. I seek to alter that through my activism and by living as my authentic self, in full public view in spite of the risks. I'm not foolish about the risks, of course, but I do not hide myself away either.
How do I live a non-passing life? By living. It's as simple as that, and as challenging as that.
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