I still derive some small amusement from teasing the follicularly challenged amongst the male population about my transition. No cure for baldness? Ah, but there is. Its just that they might not exactly enjoy the side-effects (boobage!).
Meanwhile, another area where i am beginning to realise transition has some unexpected and mostly beneficial side-effects is around posture. For a variety of reasons.
Like many blokes, i never much watched how i stood, how i walked. There was that neanderthal slouch, head down, shoulders leading the walk, exacerbated by two things: the fact that i am tall; and the fact that i was not all that happy with being who i was.
That hasn’t gone away entirely. Still, it is definitely changing. For starters, i find myself naturally walking tall now. I am who i am and i’m proud to be me. When, i wonder, in the rest of my life, could i ever have said that.
There’s unconscious standing straight: and there’s conscious too. Learning to walk from the hips (which oddly has become ten times easier, almost natural, since the grs): i purred recently when one friend critiqued my posture, whilst simultaneously observing that unlike some trans women i didn’t walk from the shoulders.
Oh, but i used to!
And because i care and because i am now prepared to look at an issue that once was brushed firmly under the carpet, i am actually prepared to do some work on posture. Yoga: and a sesh booked at some point in the next week or two for my yoga teahcer, Cheryl, to take a look at one persistent posture problem. The fact that i still seem to carry one shoulder higher than the other.
Long term, this can only be good. It feels like i am doing something i should have done decades ago (in every sense) and my muscles, my entire body is responding very positively. More purrs.
And if i can’t fix general lopsidedness, i may at least manage, in time, to get my shoulder under control.
Oh, yes: contrary to worst fears, my fanny has now settled down to mostly symmetric…though i am aware, stood in front of a mirror, that it isn’t the neat perpendicular line that the glossy mags favour. Irritating: its not so far off that it feels worth doing anything about; not quite “perfect” enough for my current perfectionist self.
Then there’s my boobs which, as they develop, are definitely doing that lopsided thing. Yep: once again, one side is just that much more of a handful than t’other. Which is another of those things that i know full well is the case for most women and which most simply accept and put up with.
Boobs and fanny, therefore, i probably won’t do anything about. Shoulder, not least because it probably contributes to an occasional cricked neck, i shall.
Woman: trans, proud, and starting to stand straight for the first time in my life.