Facial hair update! I’m now 4 years and 8 months on T. I had just finished cleaning up the scruff before taking these pictures (which is why my neck is red). 3mm guard for my moustache and lower lip and 5mm for the rest.
First time doing one of these comparison pictures with my scruffy beard. Pre-T vs 4 years on T. Hard to believe I’m the same person! I love doing these because it reminds me how far I’ve come in the last 4 years.
It’s easy to forget these days how much I’ve changed in the 4 years since I started my physical transition. Not only has my body gradually transformed, my mental health has improved as well. I still have days where I feel dysphoria but those days are minute compared to what my life was like 4 years ago.
Hi there! I’ve got a bunch of pictures throughout my blog with some facial hair progress so you can certainly go through to check it out. I feel like the last two years have seen the most facial hair development for me. My four year on T anniversary is coming up in a few weeks.
One of my cis guy friends is only recently growing a full-ish beard and he’s 26 so cis guys go at different paces too.
I think it’s important to remember that all men are different. Some cis men are a lot hairier than others so genetics come into play.
I just got back from a family vacation which included spending an afternoon at my mom’s cabin. I spent many summers there as a child and this was my first summer visit in many years.
It was a hot day and we decided to go swimming. I loved swimming as a child but then my teenage years came and I started feeling extremely uncomfortable with it. Being mostly naked was not fun at all! I didn’t know back then that it was because I didn’t feel at home in my body.
But now…now I’m comfortable in my body and so for the first time in my life, I got into swimming trunks, took off my shirt and swam. It was weird at first because my mom was there and I haven’t been shirtless around her. But she was cool and I quickly relaxed. It helped that my step son and nephew were already in the water, teasing me for inching my way in (it was a little cold).
It was the first time I swam in over 15 years and it was glorious.
I have given myself 180 injections so far. One every week, alternating legs. At the beginning, I was nervous but excited. Then I was nervous…anxious and it would take me some time to psych myself up. Until one day, after a long road trip, it was easy (I just wanted it done so I could sleep). It was mostly easy for a year or two. And then it started getting hard again. I noticed that my legs were full of knots and it hurt. I felt tired of it, and wished I didn’t need to do it to feel stable. I started dreading it and started putting it off.
I talked to my partner about it. My amazing, supporting partner. She volunteered to do it for me. She did my injection for me this week and it was such a huge weight off my shoulders. I struggle with being vulnerable and it was a big deal for me to allow her to help me. I’m so glad I did.