Today is my three months.
It feels weird to say that. It feels like it has been so much longer than three months.
But when I look at myself in the mirror, it feels like it hasn’t happened yet.
When I think about it, I feel like I have accomplished so much.
Like I have gone to the moon, invented the wheel, made fire, flew a kite in a lightning storm.
Against all odds, I have become something I’m not.
But something that I was supposed to be.
But I haven’t. Not yet.
It’s coming. So very slowly.
Ticking off the changes I notice:
My voice is slowly dropping. A friend I haven’t seen since two days before I started T confirmed this for me.
I am noticing more facial hair under my chin and chest hair is light but is starting to fill in.
I’m still generally hot, though my mattress doesn’t wake me up as often from the heat is collects from me.
My face is so greasy and I am fighting off acne tooth and nail.
My libido is still very high.
I’ve also noticed I feel like a brooding, angsty teenager again. This I realized the other day while I was listening to Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Radiohead, Deftones, etc. and brooding at the same time.
I’m happy with my decision. I just really wish things would move along a little more.