. I was once asked the question if l hated who l was before I transitioned. It took me a minute to think about that because while I did not like, (barely even recognized who l was then), l never hated that facade. It was not who l was, but wearing that facade, enduring that complete and total disconnect, allowed me to become who l am now. An aging yet proud, blissfully happy, and still beautiful woman.
Eventually the memory of your old self will fade. At least it did with me. Even if l try, l cannot remember who l once pretended to be.