This one should have a disclaimer on it letting the reader know that this might be too much information that you might not want to read or know. I just had to write a little bit of my feelings on this area.
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I look in the mirror and see pretty well what I’ve seen ever since puberty. Of course, my body has aged and it doesn’t look e.x.a.c.t.l.y like it used to. But as the years have passed, I’ve got used to what I see each day as exit the shower.
But now, as I look at myself, the only thing I can think of is that I’m not going to look the same. Part of me - part of what makes me feel female - will be gone. And what is left will not look the same. I’m having a hard time coming to terms with this.
And I don’t know if I ever will.
Part of it not wanting Don to think any less of me. That stupid because I know he wouldn’t. I really do. But still, I don’t want to be “deformed.” I’m not going to look the same. And that makes me sad.
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