One week down. Euphoria settles into this lovely calm,
marred only slightly by losing my job riiiiight as I was starting HRT, and it's looking more and more like I'll be scrambling to find a way to move to Portland. Sad trombone, though it pretty much has to be better than Tucson.
My skin feels better already. Softer, shinier, along with my hair. Thought I was just convincing myself, til my boyfriend came over and commented about both.
Being out of shaving cream is vexing. This electric razor just chews my face up. And laser is somewhat out of the non-existent budget I'm rocking right now. Ugh. Already know tomorrow is gonna be baaaad for the breakout.
So here I am. One week in, and feeling damn good.
And yeah, I'm presenting androgynous at best right now, but again, Arizona. I'd like to live long enough to grow my boobs


I've actually started not hating pictures of myself recently, largely because I'm looking at them to see the potential girl hiding in this skinny face, and it makes the boy easier to handle when I know it's a work-in-progress.
And those cheekbones are just gonna get fiercer. Rawe.