#30DaysOfSelfCare A quick tribute to the selfie… Because selfies helped me love myself. As I’ve said many times before, I’ve always had issues with my body, and growing up being labeled as the fat kid by both my friends and family didn’t help either. It was hard, being uncomfortable in a form that everyone, including
#30DaysOfSelfCare I. am. tired. of. shaving. my. body. The hetronormative, patriarchal standards of beauty imposed on womxn are just ridiculous. We know this. And in deepening that narrative, I’m going to offer another perspective, specifically on shaving, as a transgender woman. Of all things about my transition, shaving is by far the most annoying activity.
#30DaysOfSelfCare Sunday is my favorite day of the week. Monday through Friday mostly consists of work so I don’t do too much else. Friday night is, well, Friday night. Saturday usually involves some form of event or special occasion. And then there’s Sunday; just chilling on its own, not getting involved completely uninterrupted. Now, I
#30DaysOfSelfCare Wake up. Pee. Shower. Shave. Brush teeth. Moisturize. Do hair. Get dressed. Mentally prepare. Drink coffee. Eat breakfast (sometimes). Check notifications. Mentally prepare. Grab bag. Start car. Drive car. Mentally prepare. Park. Get out. Walk to store. See humans. Get to store. Freeze. Quietly panic. … This little montage plays itself out over and
#30DaysOfSelfCare Today marks a week since I started this series. So much has happened and there are a couple of things I need to talk about. Firstly, the response so far has been a overwhelming! I received so many messages of encouragement and support for these posts, so I feel I do need to take
#30DaysOfSelfCare When I presented as a boy, it was cool having that light layer of stubble on my chin or growing the occasional hipster beard. Now, my facial hair is the number one cause of my anxiety and dysphoria. And it’s difficult to talk about. I think back to those years when I would grow that
#30DaysOfSelfCare For most of my life I had always felt a slight discomfort in my body and my gender. The discomfort wasn’t problematic in a sense, I most likely developed coping mechanisms to either ignore, bury, or just be okay with it. That seed of dysphoria manifested in very subtle ways in my life. I