u/Arcane-Panda

First time ever doing clay shaping, I'm so happy with it! Unfortunately the shovel dried and cracked. It's at least stuck together with wire so I'll just try to glue it.

I'm not out, still trying to figure things out, but I love these photos of myself. I don't know why I keep trying to convince myself I'm not trans when this makes me happy.

I have always hated pictures of myself. The best I could hope for is a picture that was okay. I love this picture of me, I've never loved a picture of myself so much.

I'm not out. I have an outwardly transphobic work place and I don't know how to talk to my parents about it. I'm not in the worst place for being trans but it's not great out here.

I'm still the phase where I'm trying to convince myself this doesn't mean anything. That this is something that's temporary or only for occasions. That I can't live like this full time.

I went out with my girlfriend to the bar. My voice still doesn't pass at all, I've had a very hard time with it. A couple in their fifties sat near us at the bar top. The woman kept glancing over at me and I thought "Oh great, she clocked me,".

Eventually I had to use the bathroom. It was only my second time using the women's and I was already nervous. I was washing my hands in the stall and speaking to my girlfriend when that lady walked in.

As I said, my voice doesn't pass at all and she walked in on me talking. I thought she was going to yell at me or say something nasty. I was terrified. Instead, she told me how pretty I looked.

I was so caught off guard that I stumbled of my thanks and basically ran out of the bathroom. It made me cry like three separate times. I wish I said something nice back to her.

I've been thinking about that all the next day, her calling me pretty. How much it meant and how much confidence it gave me. I wish I could go back and talk to her.