I find myself walking into the bathroom just to look at myself in the mirror. That has never happened before. Absolutely never ever ever. It’s not because I’m beautiful, or cute, or even OK to look at – because of course I’m not. It is, I think, because I’m me at last. I’m comfortable. I love my clothes – I love the skirts, I really love my knickers (panties to sensitive people), and I love my bra – though I’m a 50A, not the 48A I’m wearing.
I love everything about me. I think, for the first time in my life, I actually love me. Well roger me sideways with a Polish ferret.
Work is still going to be bad. I’ll only feel like me outside work, when I can dress as me. But it’s a wonderful start, and I’m really content for the first time.
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pistache:
This is pure love baby, nothing better than being in love with yourself.
haub:
So awesome read this! congrats to accept yourself just the way you are. You are very strong and amazing! never doubt it