How My World Changes
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transThere is a window directly in front of my computer, and when I leave the blinds up, I can see a reflection of myself.
I don't always stop to look.
And sometimes, when I look, I don't see.
Tonight, I saw.
A gender shifting middle-aged woman with slightly larger and much squishier upper arms.
Breasts, that while small obviously belong where they are.
And a happy smile.
Yes, I NEED to do something about my hair, but that will come.
I need to learn how to use the timer on my camera. The good one. Not the toy web cam that took my first picture.
Today I learned that the best presents are the ones you give yourselves.
Love,
Shelley
I don't always stop to look.
And sometimes, when I look, I don't see.
Tonight, I saw.
A gender shifting middle-aged woman with slightly larger and much squishier upper arms.
Breasts, that while small obviously belong where they are.
And a happy smile.
Yes, I NEED to do something about my hair, but that will come.
I need to learn how to use the timer on my camera. The good one. Not the toy web cam that took my first picture.
Today I learned that the best presents are the ones you give yourselves.
Love,
Shelley