rewriting my inner monolog slowly and lovingly
The many small joys of transitioning.
Trying on clothes I'd never try before. Hearing your chosen name from someone elses lips. People seeing you become yourself and think more on what they want to be.
Recently, I've been happy hearing myself use my chosen name in my inner monolog. It took some time, and I had to remind myself to be as patient with myself as I have been with everyone else, but I'm getting there.
Before my mind would stagger at spot where I refer to myself internally, pulled between the old and the new, and hanging there uncomfortably. Now, it is nearly seamless, and I can feel it improving, like a healing sprain, or learning a skill.
It's small, and no one will ever see it, but it makes me so happy.