When I read posts from others, I see many people who know the gender of their soul intuitively, and many of them for most of their lives.
And I'm jealous. Or is envious a better word, because I'm joyful for them?
In my own head, there is confusion. Almost a battle that I mediate. I guess that means there are three of me.
My body craves the femininity like oxygen. I'm three years into making myself the same question each day. "How feminine may I be today?" Do you hear the permission request? I'm ding better with that recently.
My mind likes to question this in what sounds like healthy ways and fits my lifetime of scientific approach. Where is the evidence? Do the data fit the conclusions? How can I analyze this more thoroughly?
My mediator is done with my logical mind. It's getting limited to where it is most useful and that is NOT about my gender.
My current approach is to enjoy my love of:
Being called Krista
Wearing skirts
Openly affirming my gender with people when it feels right
Wearing lipstick that make me feel steady yet tingly
Most of all, when I get ready for my day I ask what Krista wants, not what I think the people I'll see would give me permission to be.
I did this for two weeks last month before slipping back into analysis mode. I'm planning to persevere longer this time.
I have a gender therapy appointment soon. My insurance doesn't cover it so I can't only afford once a month, but she is worth it.
I have my first appointment about HRT on Thursday. I used to think HRT wasn't for me due to my age. Now that I have an appointment, I feel more excited. Would it help me feel more aligned? Would it give me even small bumps on my chest instead of flat? I used to dismiss A cups as not meaning much, but I'm seeing things differently now.
Now back to my bubble bath. I've always smiled at my pink toenails peeking out of the white suds.