Start the year with a bang!
My story starts with a painful process of removing every hair of my beard one by one, with my faithful tweezer, The results, sometimes, speaks for itself. I *had* to take this picture and share it -- it was "imperative", after everything I endured (I don't want to glorify me) but the things I do, to approach beauty? Well. In this case, I'm satisfied with what I see, it looks like MY skin, MY face, MY age, MY degree of feminity which always tends to increase with time and experience. It's only in my head but, boy!, does it feel good. Have yourself a merry beginning of the year. Crazier than the last? A year in anyone's life is a relatively large chunk of someone's "transformation". Take me : time seems to only make me more beautiful XXX True? What is true, I ask you? The fact that I'm not a woman? But who am I? Somewhere in beautiful Eastern Canada, among the cold and the snow in which we live a fair part of the year. At any rate, I'm glad to be (whoever I am) here, with you, dear friends. It feels like my second home but perhaps my "true" home? Until I "transcend" my male existence in a way I don't see yet. It's quite a mental challenge to allow oneself the privilege of straddling both sexes, but in a way that gives me the impression that I "complete myself"? Very weird kind of feeling.
Start the year with a bang!
My story starts with a painful process of removing every hair of my beard one by one, with my faithful tweezer, The results, sometimes, speaks for itself. I *had* to take this picture and share it -- it was "imperative", after everything I endured (I don't want to glorify me) but the things I do, to approach beauty? Well. In this case, I'm satisfied with what I see, it looks like MY skin, MY face, MY age, MY degree of feminity which always tends to increase with time and experience. It's only in my head but, boy!, does it feel good. Have yourself a merry beginning of the year. Crazier than the last? A year in anyone's life is a relatively large chunk of someone's "transformation". Take me : time seems to only make me more beautiful XXX True? What is true, I ask you? The fact that I'm not a woman? But who am I? Somewhere in beautiful Eastern Canada, among the cold and the snow in which we live a fair part of the year. At any rate, I'm glad to be (whoever I am) here, with you, dear friends. It feels like my second home but perhaps my "true" home? Until I "transcend" my male existence in a way I don't see yet. It's quite a mental challenge to allow oneself the privilege of straddling both sexes, but in a way that gives me the impression that I "complete myself"? Very weird kind of feeling.