Before I started HRT, I’d been repressing my dysphoria for so long that I’d just accepted my constant state of mild depression as being “normal”.
I’d do some crossdressing at home which helped, but I didn’t have the courage to do so in public. I just let my hair grow long and painted my nails, the best I could manage under the circumstances.
I grew the hair out on a whim (was told I’d have to wear a hair net even if I was bald so I hit “fuck it” and grew it as long as I could) during my first job put of high school, and found it very comfortable and it made me happy
Before I started HRT, I’d been repressing my dysphoria for so long that I’d just accepted my constant state of mild depression as being “normal”.
I’d do some crossdressing at home which helped, but I didn’t have the courage to do so in public. I just let my hair grow long and painted my nails, the best I could manage under the circumstances.
I grew the hair out on a whim (was told I’d have to wear a hair net even if I was bald so I hit “fuck it” and grew it as long as I could) during my first job put of high school, and found it very comfortable and it made me happy