



It has been just over a year since top surgery, and just under a year since I took the photos on the left. It's hard to put into words what I feel looking at these comparisons, but I'll try. First I notice the purely physical changes: puckered fresh wounds healed to tight scarred skin. Wider lats and shoulders. Thicker neck. Bigger arms and abs and pecs. Leaner face. Longer hair. Then I see the more ephemeral changes. The ease of posture. The more confident smile. The lack of makeup. The healing bruises from a good weekend. Their collar on me. Despite all this, I've felt a little lost with myself, lately. I can feel myself changing and growing at a rapid pace, so fast it gets disorienting. At the same time, I'm the happiest I've ever been. I am so grateful to be alive and to be myself and to have the life I do. To know the incredible humans I do. To be open to the world in the way I am safe and healthy enough to be. A year is a good time to reflect and marvel at how much has changed, and look forward to the next. ❤️🔥