it's so funny to have the edges of cheeks in my peripheral vision now, the way the tip of my nose is always there.
my face has changed so much, these last few years.
the doctor who started me on hrt, i saw her again last month and showed her a selfie from the first night we met; "that doesn't even look like you," she muttered as she frowned at the image intently, searching for recognition. "even just the face..." she trailed off.
and this is what she does, you know? she does gender-affirming care at planned parenthood. she sees a lot of transitions, day in and out. the fact i puzzled her so openly. it goes a long way toward accepting that this isn't just in my head, and that others aren't just being polite...
