A bit too ambitious with my new custom. I started at 2 min. Classic mistake of “oh yeah it feels good while listening, what could possibly go wrong?” A lot of recon. A lot of emotional pain. Good lord what did I do. The good news, I had the foresight to drop Homeostasis in this custom to regulate my bad decisions. After crushing emotional pain, anxiety, uncertainty, self hatred, something bloomed from it and unfolded today.
So here’s how my day went. My plan was to walk over to my local post office and retrieve a new pair of glasses that didn’t get delivered because I forgot to put my apartment # on the order because I ordered them at 1am in the morning and was delirious. I’m not far enough in laser or hormones to just not wear makeup for my beard shadow so it’s something I’m really self conscious about. Cue me putting on makeup with shades that sorta match but not really, trying to get it perfect in what little natural light I have to work with. So as I’m sat there just wanting to go about my day and having a mild breakdown over not knowing how to do this, the strong urge to wipe everything off and just stay inside all day. No, that’s not gonna happen. So I do makeup to the best of my ability. Snap a pic of myself while outside in better lighting, tan but not oompa loompa. Ok, good enough still sucks with my face and neck not really matching that well. Forget something inside, go back in. Sit down for a minute, an overwhelming urge comes over me that I can’t leave the apartment. But I push forward anyway. This has now turned into a goddamn sidequest adventure in my life.
I start walking down the street. It’s quite a few blocks to get the post office. I feel terrible like I don’t fit in among all the other people walking around. I stew in that bs for a while. Then I start telling myself I didn’t choose this life, I didn’t choose to be trans or grow up in an era where it was heavily shamed and caused me to repress for years. I’m doing the absolute best I can for my life given the circumstances, I shouldn’t be held accountable for not looking like a woman enough. Little pep talk helps as I close in on the post office and get a bit more confident stride in my walk. Retrieve the glasses, get called he/him (fml), take that misgendering on the chin and carry on with my business.
Immediately my thought is get food, go home. Go back to safety. Don’t stay out. I say screw that, it’s a beautiful day and I’m gonna enjoy this town I live in. I stop in a few vintage shops and buy some jewelry for myself. Grab a coffee and sit at a table and just exist in the world for a bit. Chat with a friend online. Reach out to another friend of mine online for emotional support because I’m over this lone wolf nonsense and trying to get by without having support from others as if I’m gonna win some prized medal for it. Stop in an art supply store, grab this really cool hard perfume hand carved stone with a vanilla scent. Pampering the hell out of myself today.
Get home. Feel down about my appearance. Do some research. Realize my tongue posture is screwed up, my oral posture in general. Remember I had problems breathing out of my nose as a kid, mouth breathing, slack jaw, adverse facial aesthetics (bittersweet Information Releaser module moment there). Going to go back to wearing my orthotic device consistently to train my neural mapping to maintain a healthier posture. Realize that due to the poor tongue posture under my chin grew more more slack so certain angles gives a double chin effect but I weigh 150lbs so this is embarrassing as hell. Hopefully I can reverse it by tightening up the muscle under my chin by strengthening my tongue to hold my skull in the correct position.
I’ve been really into color analysis and haven been trying to figure out my season to base a wardrobe on. About to DIY by grabbing all the different colored clothing I have and do some comparison pictures. Say screw it. Find a consultant online, book an appointment, done. I’ve been spending money on myself like crazy and I don’t care anymore. I also went to a hair loss center this past week to see about regrowing some hair and also getting an integrated hair system to cover my receding hairline (having a MPB look as a woman hurts my soul). I really hate the fact that this shit happened to me, but I need to give myself anything to help me feel better. I’m at the point where instead of lamenting on what I can’t do, I focus on what I can. I’m fortunate that I’m not fully bald and the hair I do have is gorgeous and wavy. And I’ve heard Estrogen can grow back hair sometimes so I’ll see.
Finally share some pics with my friend of my new jewelry. She says my nails look amazing. Absolutely 100% HoT at work, I love my nails and they’ve been growing in beautifully.
Today was good. Today I swear was the first day in a long time I felt like I lived for myself while not in safety of being with someone else. As absolutely frigging chaotic as the recon was and soul crushing, I can say this custom did some damn good work. Now to reel it back a bit so I get the benefits without being crushed by recon. But this was a whole lotta action for me.