@Stottie Girl Thanks for the vote of confidence. I'm certainly going to give it my level best! Yeah, I'd love to spend 6 months across the pond and work on those hairs but if you're anything like me you might need more than that. I've seen my electrologist weekly since September (lost 3 months of that because my electrologist had surgery, then I had my FFS) and it looks like we've finally cleared my chin! I have very, very dense hairs on my face (lots of hairs per square inch) and could grow an impressive beard back in the day. Everyone is different.
I hate the fear as well, hon, but I do the best I can. It's important not to be hard on ourselves while comparing our progress against others. Everyone moves at their own pace. But I'm like you; I want to do more. I feel that the more I do, the more I want to do. Unfortunately, I often feel like a pair of female breasts with a male face sitting atop them. I've recently realized that the safety I enjoyed during the cold months is going to feel like a curse this year because putting my "assets" forward has been a great way to feel more confident when I'm out as myself. Hiding all of that with sweaters and such means I have to lead with my face and I'm not comfortable with that.
I spoke about this a lot in my blog before the crash here wiped it out: I never thought I was "really trans, never imagined I'd be a part of this group or tell people that I'm a trans woman. I figured I was just a man who wanted to grow breasts (and often dreamed about being a woman) and that I didn't really belong in the trans spaces or the trans community. I was just a visitor, a peeper. I felt guilty and dirty at times. I often feel amazed that I've done all of this stuff. I never felt I would. I often feel an impostor, still, after all of this time. I think there are two reasons for this:
1. I held onto these feelings in private for decades, keeping them separate from my real-life hopes and dreams. I kept them hidden from everyone, not ever telling a soul. I kept my female identity so deeply hidden, it never had a chance to emerge as a real thing
2. I didn't allow myself to experiment and experience any of the things I dreamed about. Many here dressed in private, some even went out at times or shared their interest with a partner. When it was time for them to go out, they already had some context for the act of doing so. For me, even dressing at home is still new. I'm getting more comfortable with it, but I still feel some guilt. And I worry about pushing things too far with my wife.
I feel that these reasons, combined with an innate fear of rejection are holding me back. It's something I continue to work on.