Making myself some coffee just a little while ago, and I look down and realize that I am finally who I’ve always known I am - 38DD breasts - a full figure - long blonde-ish hair and piercing blue eyes…
That person from before is a bad memory. Sad and toxic - every day was a struggle.
Now, I wake up and while I know I’m not perfect, I am happy to exist; to live this life, finally at peace with myself.
I’ll be 52 in about a month. I don’t feel like it. Pretty sure I don’t look it. Every day since I first admitted to another person that I’m trans has not been perfect; most have been far from it. But in almost 6 years since that day, looking in the mirror has gotten easier and better with the passage of time. This moment, right now - as I sit on the couch in jeans and a T-shirt with the aforementioned cup of coffee, life could not be better. Peace Pride Love and Light Y’all




