I’ve been spending Christmas with an old friend, the one who has been proven to ‘not get’ the concept of non-binary, and I guess in that space, I’ve not had a chance to focus on or consider what’s happening with my body. I haven’t been checking hair growth (therefore, not obsessing about it) and I haven’t been mentally turning over the entire psychological aspect of being trans.
I’ve just been, living.
It’s so odd, because on the one hand, I feel like I’m hiding something, but on the other hand, it’s been nice to just be.
But is that ‘nice feeling’ simply the comfort of putting on the mask again?
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