I don't see me until I look in the mirror, and even then I only focus on the feature I went to the mirror for. I don't look long and hard into the reflection. I can't stand the image that looks back at me, the man standing there when it should be a woman. When the mirror is absent, I am a woman, albeit a woman who has to pretend to be a man during work hours.
Oh, The perception of self. How well we can relate to those words. In your mind, you're a woman (or a man, if FtM). In the eyes of someone noticing you on the street, however, you may be perceived as a crossdresser, a transvestite, or just a man dressed as a woman (or a woman dressed as a man).
Beth ponders all of this in a short post from her blog, Right Brain,Wrong Body.
My 2016 trip to Lundy - 3 - farewell, and the return to Ilfracombe - Judith and I had just left the Old Light on Lundy. It was really brightening up now. The wind had dropped and that meant the sea would be much calmer on th...
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