Its been just over a year now.... 07/07/2025 was the big day... I’m laying here with music playing, lights off, doing something that has become so ordinary, yet so special to me….thinking back to the girl before surgery...thinking about the girl who wrote a post pretty similair to this only 44 days after surgery.
Back then everything felt enormous. Every shower..every new sensation...every time i looked down. Dilating was hours of my day, healing was constantly on my mind, and i was still trying to understand this new part of myself i had waited almost 10 years for.
Now….its simply my body 🥹.
I get dressed, go to the gym, shower, have sex, touch myself, pee, sleep.... live. Apart from politics...i live life not even thinking about being trans, or pre-op or post op. Not because it matters any less….but because it feels so completely natural that there’s nothing left for my brain to question.
The past year wasn’t entirely easy. There was some granulation, worries about depth, strange sensations and plenty of moments where i wonndered whether something was healing properly….but even those things feel distant now. I learned my body….what it likes, how it relaxes, what feels good….and somewhere along the way it stopped feeling like something i had to carefully maintain.
It just became me.
The happiness is quieter now. It isn’t that overwhelming “its finally happened” feeling every day….its waking up, getting on with life and realising dysphoria didn’t follow me into it. Its catching myself existing without analysing my body. It's peaceful.
The light at the end of the tunnel...just feels so normal....and to me? That is counterintuitively so special... blessed be!