This is my adventure. I will start with an affirmation.
My name is Jessica and I am a transgender woman
I have always felt I should have been a girl/woman but convention and up bringing meant I followed the path of a boy/man. I was never masculine, grew to only 5'3", size 7 feet and small hands, but being a fast runner managed not to get bullied at school. After completing university I was engaged to be married and going back to my high school as one does to thank them for the help they had given me and telling them that I was engaged, I was told they were surprised as they thought I was gay. They had seen my feminine side. The one thng I have always been certain of is my sexuality, then heterosexual male, now obviously a lesbian woman, so the teachers were right just not in the way they thought..
Well I had lived as a man through my marriage of 32 years, the kids had grown up and I was getting more and more depressed. As I had repressed my gender so long I did not really understand why I was so depressed, but looking back I think I can see my true gender was telling me I had to do something.
We split up and I went to live in a flat some 100 miles away in London and for a while I was happy, going to the art galleries and concerts. I met two women and dated them for a while, finally somehow I fell in to a relationship with my partner of some 10 years now, I was not looking for it it just happened. This relationship is more of being friends living together doing things we both love. Somehow I am going to have to come out to her, then again I have only really come out to myself about a month back.
I get highs that are happier then I have been for a very long time and I get lows thinking not that I have made the wrong decision but how am I going to do what I want to do. Anyone with a little math can add up the years mentioned and note that I am not a spring chicken. It has taken me so long to find myself that the future feels very daunting.
I am very over weight, 13st 7lbs (189 lbs), it does not sound to much but as I said I am only 5ft 3 tall and carry a lot of high fat. I was 15 1/2st (217lbs) but been dieting hard. This weight means nothing looks good on me, I get that I have a ugly body and an ugly old mans face with baggy eyes and when I think this way I get very depressed. BUT...
I am on a high at the moment, and this is the reason I thought I needed to start my log. I received my new wig today in the post, and I look so good in it, it makes me want to cry with joy. Even though I am currently male dressed I feel in my inner me that I could pass as a woman (do not look too close).
On this high I will close my ramblings for today as I have a ton of work to do. If you have spent the time reading this then I thank you so much and love you all
Love
Jessica
PS. I may dress this evening and go out for a walk when it is dark, my first outing as me