Coming up on one year post-op. There really are no words for how top surgery boosted my self-confidence and improved my mental health.
Time passes so quickly. Recovery was frustrating while I was in the midst of it - couldn’t bike, couldn’t take care of my dog by myself, couldn’t do my job without constantly evaluating how much I was carrying and how far I was reaching. It seems like it was so long ago now.
My relationship with my body is a complicated one, but I don’t wish I had been born differently. I wouldn’t be as in tune with myself otherwise. Being trans is often a struggle, but it’s also a gift. I’m grateful to be here in this body.
*I also understand my privilege, and I recognize that it influences my perspective. I’m white, I’m thin, I have safe access to HRT, and I have a supportive family. I pass as a white cis man when I’m out in public. This offers me a kind of protection that many of my trans siblings do not experience. I don’t take that for granted.
